High in the sky over Elmore California, the happy round orb that was the sun shined its brilliant rays down onto the busy town below. On such a beautiful winter’s day with the temperature just over seventy degrees and with an occasional breeze in the air, the sun certainly had the best reason to wear such a bright smile.The sight of three small rain clouds underneath him made his happy expression fade as he looked toward them with a puzzled look on his face. 
	“Hey, whoa whoa whoa!” the sun exclaimed, causing the rain clouds to pause and look up toward the glowing orb, “What’re you dudes doing here?”
	“We’re rain clouds, what do you think we’re doing here?” the one in the front replied with a gruff voice. 
	“Yeah, but you guys are here a day early. You supposed to be here tomorrow around this time, not today.”
	The leading rain cloud looked to the cloud behind him on his left, shooting a displeased look at him while the receiver’s eyebrows raised in worry. 
	“Uh… t-today’s Sunday, right?”
	“Saturday, bro,” the cloud to the right corrected him. 
	“Oh… my bad.”
	The leading rain cloud rolled his eyes and grumbled, before turning back to the sun. 
	“Right, we’ll get outta here then,” he said before they began to float away, a slow beeping accompanying their retreat. 
	“A’ight, see ya tomorrow!” the sun said to them, before turning back toward Elmore with the same smile he’d worn a moment ago. Down below, a number of the town’s residents found themselves occupying the Food N’ Stuff grocery store. The establishment didn’t always find itself so busy during the afternoon, but this particular day had a number of townsfolk roaming the aisles. Everyone from a family of hippos to a pair of shopping carts filing themselves up with items from the shelves, there was little room left for anyone to make their way through the crowded area. Two particular shoppers fighting their way through the crowds were a hefty pink male rabbit in a business suit, and beside him, a much slimmer blue female cat dressed in an office skirt and a collared shirt. 
	“Honey, please tell me we’re almost done!” the portly rabbit groaned as he struggled to push the cart in front of him, “We’ve been here forever! I… I don’t think I can make it much further!” he gasped, panting with a shortage of air and leaning against the cart’s handle for support. 
	“Richard, we just walked in a minute ago, suck it up,” the blue feline replied in a flat tone, the two of them standing half a yard away from the front entrance with their empty grocery cart, “Look, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do right now, especially not with this crowd of parents getting things at the last minutes for their kids coming home from college today.”
	“But I thought you were a social butterfly?”
	“Me? Pft, no,” the cat scoffed, “I just fake it to keep up an appearance with the community. Truth be told, I don’t like half of the people we know.”
	“Hey there, Nicole!” a voice called out from a moldy apple riding a motorized cart behind them, prompting the blue cat to turn toward her and wave with a wide smile plastered on her face. 
	“Hello Mrs. Apple, it’s so nice to see you!” Nicole said with an upbeat tone as she waved toward the passing fruit. Once she’d turned around, Nicole turned to face her husband who looked at her with a confused expression. “Can’t stand the old prune. Always used to make PTA meetings drag out longer than they should because her ‘widdle Apple-Pie just needs more attention than the other students’, ugh!” 
	“Couldn’t we have come at a different time then, when there’s less people?” Richard pleaded, yanking himself up from the floor and pushing the cart at a faster rate. 
	“I wanted to get here earlier in the morning, before the rush came through and crowded the place up.I knew that with Elmore University’s fall semester ending yesterday, every parent with a kid in college was going to wait until the last minute to get their things. I had my alarm set up to wake us up early, but somebody went and unplugged it without telling me,” Nicole said as they reached the bakery and meat section of the store, staring back at Richard with an accusatory glare.
	“I was playing Turf Brawlers online! I kept getting scummed out by a bunch of cheaters, so I had to keep playing until I found ONE honest warrior that played with honor and dignity!”
	“So you kept playing until 4am, and unplugged my alarm clock so it wouldn’t wake you?”
	“Yup! An online warrior needs his rest if he’s to progress in his fighting abilities!”
	“I just wish you’d progress in your abilities to think past your impulsiveness,” Nicole said as her husband pulled a bag of mixed nuts out of his pocket and began to munch on them, “Since I woke up late, I had to skip breakfast, rush through the bathroom to get myself ready, didn’t even have time to…” Nicole shook her head as her husband looked toward her with confusion, “Point is, it’s your fault that we’re here late and have to deal with these — .”
	“Savages!” a gruff voice interrupted Nicole from a few feet away. Both she and Richard looked behind them to see a pair of anthropomorphic peanuts looking toward them, the male with a furious glare on his face while his wife looked rather worried. “Just when I thought I’d seen the worst of them, the Wattersons continue to surprise me!”
	“Now now, Patrick, be reasonable,” the female peanut said in a timid voice, “I’m sure they don’t mean anything by it.”
	“Hello… Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald,” Nicole said with a nervous smile directed toward them, “Is there some sort of problem we’re not aware of?”
	“I think you’re more than aware of it,” Patrick replied, “I’m sure it’s just a huge coincidence that the instant my wife and I walked through the door, your husband just happened to decide now was the best time to start snacking on those!?” Patrick’s finger pointed toward Richard, whose mouth was full of the mixed nuts he’d begun eating. His paw was frozen in the bag for a moment before inching its way out and shoveling another helping into his mouth. “First your son breaks up with our daughter and crushes her heart, and now you mock us by chomping on those right before our eyes. You just relish in our misery and discomfort, don’t you?”
	“Mr. Fitzgerald, I can assure you that...” Nicole looked toward her husband and swiped the bag of nuts out of his grasp before he could reach for another helping, leaving him looking somewhat amiss at losing his snack, “You see, the thing is — .”
	“Two dozen donuts please, one dozen chocolate covered, the other dozen strawberry,” she heard a familiar voice behind her say. Nicole, her husband and the two peanuts looked toward the bakery to see a large donut in a police uniform reaching over the counter and taking hold of two boxes of donuts, before he took notice of the shoppers looking toward him. “... Hi there!” he greeted them, before walking away with his enormous order of sweets. The Wattersons looked back toward the Fitzgeralds who had a dumbfounded look on their face.
“Well then, we’ll be leaving now… goodbye,” Nicole said, averting her eyes from them before tugging the cart in haste away with Richard being drug across the floor as he held onto it. 
	Several minutes of nudging through shoppers and filling up their cart with various items passed, leaving both Nicole and Richard winded, their clothes and fur looking worn and tattered. With a quick shake of their bodies, both their fur and garments returned to their kempt state in the blink of an eye. 
	“Okay, I think that’s everything,” Nicole said as she looked over their cart full of various groceries, “Now all that’s left is to pick a line and check… out.” Nicole’s relieved smile turned to one of disappointment as she faced the rows of cash registers. Every single one of them was long enough that they reached past the aisles behind them, most of the shoppers with their phones or a book out to pass the time. “Get comfortable, Richard,” Nicole said with an exasperated sigh, “We’re gonna be here a while.” 
	There’s the field goal kick, and it’s good for the home team! The sound of a sportscaster caught Nicole’s attention. She saw that Richard had found not only a plush recliner chair and a hat with soda cans attached to the head to sip from, but a wide screen TV playing a football game while he watched. Noticing his wife’s eyes upon him, he looked back at her with an innocent smile. 
	“I know what you’re gonna ask, and the answer is yes: I am quite comfortable, my dear!”
	Rolling her eyes, Nicole pulled out her cellphone and began to scroll through the news feed, in an effort to pass the amount of time they’d have to endure before they could leave. While standing in line, an uncomfortable growl emanated from her stomach, reminding her that she’d skipped breakfast before running out the door. She wasn’t sure how long it was going to take for the two of them to get through this line, but Nicole knew that the instant they were in their car, she’d be making a dash for somewhere to fill the void in her belly. 
	After what seemed like an eternity of standing in line and taking only one step every few minutes, there was just one customer left in front of Nicole, a large male baboon with a blank expression on his face. Nicole looked to the left toward his collection of groceries to see that he’d nearly bought every item the store sold. She could feel her teeth grinding together in frustration, cursing that she was so close to her turn but still so far. Taking a deep breath, Nicole steeled her nerves, forcing herself to remain calm. 
	“It’s okay, it’s not a big deal,” Nicole muttered under her breath, “Just a few more minutes and we can get out of here and on with the rest of our day, right Richard?” 
	“Oh, yeah, that’s a great idea honey,” Richard mumbled, his half-open eyes still glued to the television crammed into the cash register aisle. 
	“Nevermind,” Nicole grumbled, tapping her foot at a rapid pace as the last of the baboons groceries were scanned and bagged. 
	“Alright sir, your total comes out to two-hundred forty-eight dollars and ninety-seven cents,” Larry Needlemeyer said in a nervous tone as he looked up toward the baboon, “How will you be paying today?”
	“Grog pay with pennies,” the baboon said, making Nicole’s ears jump when he began to pull out jar after jar of numerous little round copper currency. 
	“No…” Nicole uttered as she looked at the jars of coins, like they were the most heinous objects in existence.
	“Uh… sir, we’ll be happy to accept these, but it-it’s gonna take quite some time for me to… count all of these…”
	“Grog have time to wait.”
	“No! No no no no no, nooo…” Nicole wailed as she grabbed onto the edge of the conveyor belt, before sliding onto the floor in despair and sobbing into her elbows. 
	Ooh, that’s gotta hurt! the sportscaster from Richard’s television yelled, while the rabbit stuffed his face with popcorn and drunk from his soda-hat. 
	
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	The sun in the sky whistled a happy tune, lowered just a bit from its position an hour ago, while down below, Nicole Watterson heaved her cart of groceries toward her car, Richard busying himself with a handheld game on his phone. Nicole’s whiskers were frazzled, her ears drooping and her clothes wrinkled as she panted for breath, lifting each bag by herself into her car. With the last bag stowed away, she sat herself into the driver’s seat while her husband took the passenger’s side. 
	“Hey honey, do you think we could — ?” Before he could finish speaking, Nicole put her paw against his mouth while keeping an unamused glare with bloodshot eyes fixed toward the windshield. 
	“Honey, we’re gonna play a game right now,” she said in a shrill, bittersweet tone, “It’s called ‘Do What I Say And You Won’t Have To Sleep On The Couch Tonight’.”
	“I on’t like th soun of thith gm,” Richard mumbled from underneath Nicole’s paw on his mouth. 
	“Regardless, you’re still gonna play it, and here’s what I have to say and you have to do: I’m going to Burrito Bonanza to get us some lunch, and until I can manage to get one bite of solid food into my stomach, you do not say a single word. Got it?” Nicole took her paw off of Richard’s mouth, watching as it remained open and a single syllable squeaked out, before he shut it tight and nodded his head. “Excellent! You’re off to a good start.”
	After easing the car out of the parking space, Nicole’s foot slammed onto the gas pedal and zoomed out of the lot at a speed that knocked a number of cars out of their spaces, setting off several alarms at once. With an iron grip on her steering wheel and eyes open wide, the furious feline blazed through the streets of Elmore like an expert race car driver, with poor Richard’s head plastered to the back of his seat and his paws holding onto the door for dear life. In just under thirty seconds, Nicole had driven about three miles to a small little drive-thru restaurant, with a glowing neon burrito-man standing atop the restaurant’s name “Burrito Bonanza”. Nicole’s car darted into the empty drive-thru lane, coming to a screeching halt on a dime that made Richard’s head bump against the dashboard. The eyes of the neon burrito mascot looked down at the car’s smoking tires, clenching his teeth with a sense of intimidation. 
	“Hello, welcome to Burrito Bonanza! What bounty of benevolent burritos can we prepare for you today?” The cashier asked with a chipper voice. Her eyes red, her fur standing on end and her throat growling just a bit, Nicole turned toward the speaker with her fangs on display. Following a mighty inhale of air, Nicole’s face dropped all of its anger, adopting a charming beam before she spoke. 
	“Hello!” Nicole replied in a tone matching the voice that had just greeted her, “I’ll have a number two chicken on a wheat tortilla, brown rice with refried beans, mild hot sauce, ranch dressing, leafy spring mix, monterey cheese, cilantro, those crunchy little tortilla strips and a Diet Professor Paprika to drink.” Nicole turned back to her husband, resuming the stern look she’d worn before. “Richard, point to what you want.” 
	With a shaking paw, the hefty rabbit pointed toward the menu, Nicole’s eyes following the direction his digit indicated. 
	“You want a number three?”
	Richard’s paw turned up to show four digits, his body still trembling while she glared at him.
	“You want a number four?”
	Richard shook his head, before lowering a digit to show the number three, then slowly pulling it back up to show four. 
	“You want three number four’s?”
	Richard’s paw made a circling motion in the air.
	“Other way around, four number three’s?”
	Richard nodded his head with caution, before Nicole turned back toward the speaker with a cheerful smile. 
	“Add four number three’s to that with everything on it, please.” Tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention, Richard mimed a round orb rising upward, followed by his paws sprinkling in the air. “And a Morning Mist to drink. That’ll be all.”
	Following a hasty exchange of money for food and drink, Nicole darted toward the first parking spot she saw, stopped her car and tore open the top of the foil of her burrito. Her eyes locked onto the head of the wrapped tortilla, and her fangs tore into the soft and warm surface, chomping one-fifth of the burrito into her mouth. Nicole’s eyes began to water as the juiciness of the chicken covered in sauce and soft beans blanketed her taste buds, her stomach growling with intensity as it anticipated that food was on its way down. Keeping the morsel in her mouth for a mere few bites, Nicole swallowed the piece of burrito, feeling it push down her throat and drop into her stomach with a satisfying plop. 
	“Mm… so good!” Nicole muttered in a passionate voice. Her eyes wandered over to Richard, still keeping silent as he watched her in her state of bliss. “You can talk now.”
	“Phew!” Richard sighed in relief, “Okay, first of all, you were going way over the speed limit, you’re lucky we didn’t get a speeding ticket, you ran a bunch of stop lights, I think we hit a few fruit stands on the way here — not sure why they were in the middle of the street — also — !”
	Richard continued to prattle on about a number of things that Nicole could have cared less about, every word he spoke going in one ear and out the other. She was in her own happy little world right now, munching away at a soft and succulent little wrap filled with juicy and spicy goodness, making her taste buds dance with each bite she took before plummeting downward and filling her stomach. She found it funny how all the stress of their outing had melted away so fast with the aid of one inexpensive little fast-food order. There was still the matter of getting home and preparing dinner for the kids once they got home from Elmore University, but they had a few hours to spare. Nicole decided that she could allow herself a break to enjoy the satisfaction of filling her belly with such a delightful meal. 

	The kitchen of the Watterson household found itself in a flurry of activity for the moment. The oven, the microwave and all four stove tops had all been in constant use for the past three hours, with a blue blur racing from the stove and oven to the sink to clean every dish as soon as it was done being used. The timer for the oven began to beep just as the last plate in the sink had been cleaned, the blur racing over to open the oven and inspect what was inside. 
	“Perfect! Perfect timing,” the blur said as it slowed down for a moment, revealing itself to be Nicole Watterson as she reached for a pair of oven mitts to pull the tray out, “Alright, let’s go over everything, make sure nothing’s missing. Halibut, cooked,” she began, placing the tray of steaming fish down onto the counter, then pulling the lids off of the pots on the stove, “Peas, boiled; mashed potatoes, mashed; corn, on the cob; rice, white; pot roast, roasted; salad, tossed; tea, iced; pie, apple; ice cream, frozen… is there anything I’m missing?”
	“Butter…” Richard snored from the living room adjacent to the kitchen, snoozing away on the family couch. 
	“... Eh, why not?” Nicole shrugged, racing to the fridge and flinging a tub of spreadable butter onto the counter, “Right, that should be everything. All the food’s prepared, and I managed to get it all done before Gumball and the others arrive, in…” Nicole reached for her cellphone on the corner of the kitchen table, scrolling down to check her message history with Gumball. Reading over when he said he’d left the campus and how long a trip from there to the house took, she realized he’d be there in… “One minute!? AAAAHH!!” Nicole dashed from the kitchen and into the living room, standing behind the couch and staring toward her sleeping husband. “RICHARD!!”
	“Waah!?” Richard screamed as he woke up and jumped from the couch, falling to his knees, “No mom, I swear I didn’t touch the cookie jar, please don’t make me skip dessert tonight!”
	“Richard, not now! Gumball’s gonna be here, in less than a minute, we need to get ready!” Keeping up her impressive lightspeed, Nicole sprinted up the stairs in the blink of an eye, throwing off her shirt, dress and undergarments as she hopped in the shower. Meanwhile, Richard’s sight creeped down toward his shirt, noticing he had a mess of potato chip crumbs around his stomach and his tie. Nicole scrubbed every inch of her body in haste, before slamming the shower off, wrapping herself into a towel and brushing her teeth, while Richard put a paw to the highest part of the crumbly mess and pulled some of it to his tongue. After brushing her teeth, Nicole began to apply makeup to her face: a bit of eyeshadow, eyeliner, along with some mascara and foundation. Richard began to lick the crumbs on his paw, nodding his head at the salty taste even the smallest crumbs still held. Nicole dashed out of her towel and toward her closet, jumping into an outfit identical to the one she’d worn before, then sprinted down the stairs, just as Richard decided the rest of the crumbs weren’t worth eating and brushed them off onto the floor. 
	“Ready!” both parents exclaimed with eager smiles and their paws on their hips with pride. 
	“How we doing on time?” Nicole asked, before pulling her phone out, “Ah, ten seconds, not bad! Everything’s gonna be fine… just fine… right?”
	“Honey, I don’t remember you being this worked up when Anais came home from college last year,” Richard said as he watched his wife’s frantic state. 
	“What? No no no, of course I was!” Nicole said with a nervous smile, “I mean, our baby girl was the first ten year old to ever be accepted into Elmore University, so of course that was something to get worked up over. It’s just that now we have TWO of our kids that completed their first semester, so I have TWICE as much to worry about — along with Anais , so you know, three times as — .” Before Nicole could finish, the sound of a key sliding into the lock caught her attention, “Gumball’s here!” she exclaimed in a whisper, “Posture straight, big smile, be welcoming!” she commanded Richard, before the two of them adopted wide grins on their faces and wide open eyes, just as the door swung open to reveal the trio of students outside their door. 
	“Welcome home, kids!” Nicole greeted them with closed eyes as the light of the setting sun shone in through the doorway, “We’re so glad to have you back, after you all worked so hard… this… semester…” Nicole began to lose track of her words as she opened her eyes, she and Richard adopting a look of astonishment at the sight before them. 
	It wasn’t as if the parents hadn’t seen their kids for the past seven years; they’d watched Gumball and Darwin grow into young adults while Anais took their place in adolescence. Despite being six years younger than them, Anais’s astonishing intelligence had landed her into college a year before her older brothers, making this the third semester she’d returned from Elmore University as opposed to the first for her two older brothers. Despite gaining in height, the only thing that changed about Anais was her sense of fashion, done with the simple orange dress and instead sporting a pair of cutoff jeans and a short sleeve shirt with a flower in the middle. Darwin also remained the same for the most part, his height having grown to match Nicole and Richard, while his fins had grown somewhat larger and his goldfish scales more shiny and defined. 
	The one that drew the stares of both Nicole and Richard at the moment was their first child, Gumball Watterson, standing in the middle of his brother and sister at the moment. When he’d first entered college three months ago, as well as when he’d returned for Thanksgiving, his appearance hadn’t deviated much from his childhood, aside from the expected growth spurt that came with his age. Standing before them now was a blue cat like the son who’d left for college, but with a bundle of lavish and luxurious hair a few shades brighter than his fur stretching down to his neck. Along with his glossy hair, the cat’s eyelashes seemed longer and darker than usual, Nicole recognizing the application of some eyeliner along the thin strands of hair batting toward them. His face even seemed more flawless than ever, appearing soft and bright with some light mascara and foundation to exemplify his features. 
	Adding to the dramatic change in his face, Gumball’s wardrobe had also taken a steep turn away from the baggy jeans and metal t-shirt he’d worn the day he’d left to move into the university. Now the male feline wore a pair of very short jean-shorts, the bottom of the leg holes reaching less than halfway down his thighs to show off his long and skinny legs. Even with his front facing them, it was clear that the shorts hugged the wide set of hips that he’d inherited from his mother, wrapped tight around his prominent buttocks. Between his face covered in makeup and his legs barely covered at all, Gumball’s upper torso wore a short-sleeve pink shirt with a logo of stars and rainbows on the front, the midriff high enough to show off his slim and toned stomach to everyone in front of him. 
	“Hi mom, hi dad! We’re home!” Gumball said to his parents, both of them still staring mouth agape at him without uttering a word. “...What? What’s wrong?” he asked, without taking notice of Darwin and Anais staring toward one another, doing everything they could to keep themselves from smiling. 
	“Oh, um, Gumball, honey,” Nicole stammered, her eyes darting around the area, her ears falling against her head as her cheeks turned a slight shade of red, “I-It’s just that you — well, you just, uh…”
	Richard was the first to break out into a deep and hearty laughter, followed by Darwin and Anais joining in with their own chuckles as well. The only ones not laughing at the moment were the two blue felines, Gumball looking at the three laughing family members with irritated eyes while Nicole looked somewhat apprehensive. 
	“Oh wow, Darwin, what a surprise!” Richard said in a loud and overbearing tone as he looked between the two boys, “I didn’t know that you’d found yourself a girlfriend while you were in college. And she certainly is a pretty one. You should have told us you were bringing her over to dinner! But I can’t help but wonder… where’s my son, Gumball?” Richard looked at the cat beside Darwin with a smug grin, who was staring back at him with fury in his eyes.
	“I’m Gumball, dad!” the cat screamed, “It’s me, your son! I’m not a girl!”
	“Oh, Gumball, is that you?” Richard asked in the same mocking tone he’d been using, “Gosh, I guess I just couldn’t recognize you when you’re dressed up in women’s clothing and wearing makeup.” Dropping his tone of mockery, Richard’s gaze bounced between Darwin and Anais, both of them still giggling. “How long has he looked like this, you guys?”
	“Pretty much since the weekend after Thanksgiving!” Darwin chuckled, “He went to a used clothing store for a Black Friday sale and bought a bunch of stuff from the women’s department!”
	“For your information, Darwin, the men’s department doesn’t have an abundance of pants in my size!” Gumball shouted in anger, “At least not any that compliment my figure. It’s not my fault I was cursed with mom’s wide hips.” As Gumball turned around and ran his paws over the sides of his lower body, Nicole felt a strange combination of both offense and admiration. The shorts that Gumball wore indeed hugged that wide part of his body between his slim belly and his thighs, drawing more attention to his round butt than anything he’d worn in the past. Nicole found her eyes locked on the two round globes of Gumball’s behind, feeling amazed at how good a pair of women’s shorts looked on him. Tearing her sight from his glutes, she ran a paw over her own wide hips and buttocks, seeing that the apple had indeed not fallen far from the tree in regards to physique. The skirt she wore didn’t seem to do a good job of hiding her own large and shapely posterior. 
	“I’m pretty sure there’s plenty of mens shirts in your size though,” Darwin continued.
	“Yeah right, like I’m gonna wear women’s pants and mens shirts at the same time. Do you know how much those would clash with each other?”
	“But makeup Gumball, really?” Anais asked with a smirk, “I don’t think you can blame that on your wide hips.”
	“No, but I can blame my pores. I don’t want my greasy acne-ridden face to be a burden on everyone who looks at me.”
	“Eyeliner though?”
	“I have long eyelashes! They’re long, beautiful strands of hair begging to be noticed! Who am I to neglect my enchanting eye-curtains?” Gumball asked, his eyes shimmering with highlights as he blinked several times, his dark and luscious eyelashes batting up a small gust of wind that blew Anais ears back somewhat. 
	“Well, I’m sure your new look is going to get you quite a lot of attention,” Richard said, resuming his tone of mockery, “Fom all the boys!”
	“It already has!” Darwin replied with a chuckle, “A bunch of the guys on campus have been checking Gumball out; a few of them even flirted with him before realizing he was a dude!”
	“Some of them even kept flirting with him after that,” Anais added, before she, her father and Darwin all began to chuckle again.
	“Alright, that’s enough!” Nicole exclaimed, followed by instantaneous silence from everyone laughing while Nicole stepped toward Gumball with her back facing him, “ I’m disappointed in all of you. I understand it’s not conventional for most men to wear tight-fitting clothing or makeup, or to have their hair grown out in such a lavish way, but Gumball isn’t a conventional man. He has a figure that demands more than run of the mill fashion found in the mens department to bring out the best in him.” Nicole turned around to face her son in all of his feminine glory, seeing him with a somewhat bewildered look on his face, “And I for one think his choice in fashion looks quite nice on him.” Just as Gumball began to smile, Nicole stepped beside him and shot intimidating glares at the rest of the family. “Now listen up; today we’re celebrating Gumball and Darwin’s first semester at college and Anais’s third. We’re celebrating being together as a family again, and I don’t want to hear anymore jokes about Gumball’s appearance. Are we clear?” 
	After a defeated groan, Darwin and Anais both muttered “Yes ma’am,” while Richard responded with “Yes, honey,” in the same deflated tone. 
	“Good!” Nicole replied with an energetic tone, turning back toward Gumball and wrapping him in a tight hug, “Welcome home, Gummypuss; mommy missed you so much,” she said, before planting a kiss on his cheek. 
	“Mom, cut it out!” Gumball said with his face turning red, wiping his cheek as he heard his siblings giggle once again, “Just when you took control of the situation, you went and gave them more ammunition.”
	“Alright everyone, let’s settle down. I hope you’re all hungry,” Nicole said, after administering tender and welcoming hugs to Darwin and Anais individually, “I’ve spent the last few hours in the kitchen making sure dinner was ready before you all came home.”
	“We sure are,” Darwin replied as the trio moved from the front door, bringing their backpacks in tow as the headed for the dining room, “We just had enough on our meal cards to get breakfast before we had to start packing up our dorms.”
	“Well don’t you worry, there’s plenty of food to go around, and without requiring a meal card from you.”
	“Yay!” all four of the Wattersons exclaimed as they ran from Nicole and into the kitchen to fix their plates with the assortment of food items she’d rushed to prepare for them. Nicole took a leisurely step toward them, but stopped when she felt something poke from inside her underneath her stomach. It had been a number of hours since her quick lunch at Burrito Bonanza, and with her meal moving downward to leave her hungry for dinner, it and everything else taking residence within her since she woke up late felt as if it was getting ready to check out. Nicole began to weigh her options: she could make a trip to the bathroom, let out what she felt poking in her gut and then join her family for dinner. The nagging worry that she might take somewhat of a long time sitting on the porcelain throne might tip the rest of them off as to what she was doing, and subject herself to some ridicule. 
	“Mom, dad’s trying to take all the halibut for himself!” Nicole heard Gumball’s voice call from the kitchen, snapping her from her thoughts. 
	“I’m doing you a favor, Gumball!” Richard replied, “You don’t want to eat too much and ruin that petite figure of yours, do you?”
	“Mom!” Gumball called once again over the sound of Anais and Darwin chuckling at their father’s remark. With a frustrated sigh, Nicole stepped forward in the same direction her family had sprinted off in. She told herself she was more than capable of holding it for a while longer; she’d grown quite used to having her bowels hold the nasty contents stored within them during her shifts at the Rainbow Factory, coming home after a full day’s work and unloading everything all at once, thankful that nobody usually needed the restroom right after she was done with her foul odor still lingering in the air. She could at least wait until dinner was over and the thrill of having the kids home died down; then she could sneak away while everyone was occupied with themselves, and enjoy some alone time to shed a pound or two of what she was carrying at the moment. For now, it seemed she was the sole being capable of keeping her family from devolving into a cluster of uncontrolled chaos. 
	“Enough!” Nicole exclaimed, bringing everyone in the kitchen to a screeching halt as they looked toward her, “We’re not going to squabble over who gets a certain amount of portions over someone else. We’re all going to act like a civilized family and take equal servings of what I’ve made for you all. Understood?” Following everyone nodding toward her, the Watterson’s began to fix their plates in an orderly fashion, with soft chatter filling the air around them. After Nicole had dumped a scoop of peas onto her plate, she reached toward the halibut, seeing Gumball had just put one of the filets onto his plate himself. Her eyes noticed the sight of the jar of peanuts kept on the counter, reminding her of the occurrence that had taken place earlier in the grocery store. 
	“So, Gummy — er, Gumball,” Nicole began, catching her son’s attention, his long and luscious hair swaying as he turned to look back at her, “Your father and I happened to see the Fitzgerald’s today.”
	“Oh yeah?” Gumball asked in a disinterested voice, reaching for the ladle in the gravy to pour onto his mashed potatoes, “How’d that go?”
	“It was… awkward.”
	“Huh. How about that.”
	Nicole could tell that she was threading dangerous territory at the moment. The logical part of her brain told her to drop the matter and let it be, but the emotional side wanted to check up on her son and see if he was okay with what had taken place earlier in the year, before he’d graduated high school.
	“I take it that you and Penny are still broken up?” she asked, knowing how stupid the question was the moment it left her mouth; if they hadn’t been broken up, then the scuffle at the supermarket would have played out quite different if it had taken place at all. 
	“What do you mean ‘still’?” Gumball asked with an irritated laugh, “‘Still’ would imply that we have plans to get back together. That would mean we’re ‘taking a break’. But we’re not. We’re broken up. And it’s gonna stay that way.”
	“... Alright Gumball,” Nicole said with a defeated tone, “Sorry I asked.”
	Gumball left without a word, carrying his full dinner plate to the table, Nicole doing the same herself. It took a moment for them to decide who would sit where, but the family eventually settled on sitting in a circle around the table to keep good eye contact with everyone. Nicole and Richard sat on opposite sides of each other in the middle of the table, while Darwin and Anais took their seats on the longer ends. Gumball ended up taking the seat between his brother and best buddy Darwin and his mother. Nicole felt a small sense of relief that despite the uncomfortable exchange they’d had a minute ago, her first child and new college student had still decided to sit next to her. 
	“Hey Darwin,” Gumball began, as he took a bite of the blackened and seasoned halibut on his plate, “Is it me, or does mom’s cooking taste especially good this time?” 
	“Oh, I agree!” Darwin responded with gusto, “I mean, it’s always been delicious; but after spending three months eating that bland, unimpressive cafeteria food, it makes me appreciate the taste of home cooked meal.”
	“You said it, buddy. Gosh, we sure are lucky to have a mom who loves us enough to pour her all into her cooking just to make her family happy, aren’t we?”
	What had started as joy from hearing her sons compliment her culinary efforts soon turned into suspicion when she saw them smiling a bit too wide toward her. She knew they weren’t lying about the taste of the food; they’d always eaten it for years without complaint. Something about the way they described it though seemed like they were going out of their way to flatter her, as if they were trying to hide something. It took her a few seconds, but after thinking over what two new college freshman could be hiding after returning from their first semester, she had a hunch as to what they were keeping from her. 
	“Alright you two, the jig’s up,” Nicole said in an unamused tone, “Let’s see those grades.” The boys smiles melted into horror for a moment as they exchanged nervous glances, before forcing themselves to smile again.
	“Uh, but, um, mom…” Gumball began, his ears falling back as a bit of sweat dropped down the side of his head, “Is now the best time for that? Shouldn’t we be grateful that we’re together again, and take solace in the company of our family without worrying about trivial matters like our grades?”
	“I was going to wait until after dinner to bring the subject up, but since you two are trying to butter me up like a biscuit...” Richard looked up from the dinner roll in his paw that he was in the middle of spreading butter onto, before shrugging and returning to his important task, “I think I’ll make a change of plans and see them now.”
	“Well, the thing you have to understand is, today’s college demands a lot more of its students than it did say, twenty years ago when you and dad were in college; so with that in mind — .”
	“Grades. Now.” Nicole demanded with her brow furrowed in anger. 
	“... Yes ma’am,” Gumball and Darwin uttered at the same time, before pulling out their smartphones and logging onto their school’s online website. After a few minutes of nervous typing, both boys reluctantly slid their phones across the table and toward their mother. Not even ten seconds went by before she reacted with a frustrated sigh. 
	“Both of you barely managed to get a C average?” Nicole asked with a deadpan tone.
	“We did our best!” Darwin pleaded.
	“Darwin’s right,” Gumball concurred, “I mean, we went to every class, stayed up all night studying, and even went to some tutoring sessions — on weekends!”
	“He means they slept through class, stayed up all night playing video games and hung out with friends on weekends.” Anais said, before taking a heaping bite of the mashed potatoes on her plate. 
	“That sounds about right,” Nicole said, “While we’re on the subject, Anais, I assume your grades were…?”
	“Straight A’s; I did get an A minus in biology, but that’s because I didn’t take the final exam and skipped class that day.” Gumball and Darwin stared at their ten year old sister with mouths agape in shock. 
	“You got an A without even taking the final!?” Gumball asked.
	“Yup. Had perfect attendance up until the last day and got perfect scores on all the assignments and tests before the final, so my professor said I didn’t need it. I spent the day contacting some physicist labs for internships. They said they couldn’t hire me yet because of my age, but I was more than welcome to stop by anytime and get to know the staff to get my foot in the door.” Nicole’s gaze turned from her daughter back to her sons, drumming her paw against the table with impatience. 
	“It’s not our fault Anais is freakishly smart!” Gumball protested, “It’s like a mutant power of hers or something!”
	“I don’t want to hear excuses, from either of you,” Nicole persisted as her eyes looked between Gumball and Darwin, “I haven’t scraped my way up into management at the Rainbow Factory and pulled to work overtime on multiple nights out of the week to put my three children through college to have two of them squander their education and eventually flunk out.” Gumball heaved an aggravated sigh in response to his mother’s lecture. 
	“It’s not like me and Darwin were begging you to put us in college or anything,” he responded with annoyance, adding fuel to the fire of Nicole’s building anger, “You’re the one who told us ‘You ARE going to college once you’re done with high school!’ and we just went with it because we knew we didn’t have a choice.” Nicole’s teeth began to grind as the feeling inside her began to build up even stronger, to the point where she was struggling to hold it back. “Besides, some of the most influential people in the world flunked college, or didn’t even go to begin with! If anything, the fact that me and Darwin are doing bad in school is a good sign that we might make something of ourselves; it’s Anais you should be concerned about.”
	“Gumball Watterson!” Nicole exclaimed as she stood up from her chair and slammed her paws on the table, “Don’t you DARE try to— !”
	Plrrrrp
	The dining room went deathly silent following the sudden expulsion that burst from between Nicole’s buttcheeks and reverberated through the room. The one noise heard following her abrupt fart was Gumball’s fork clattering against the plate as he dropped it from his mouth. All eyes were on the female cat standing up, frozen in place as her eyes nervously bounced between each family member. A few seconds later, her face turned a bright shade of cherry red as she realized there was no way for her to deny what she’d just done. Despite her best efforts to hold back the after effects of her lunch, her rising temper had made her lose control for a moment, making her sphincter flex unintentionally and let slip a deep bass of a fart that had made the back of her skirt flap upward from its force.
	“Pfft, ah ha ha ha!” Richard laughed, with Darwin and Anais following his example, “It looks like your Burrito Bonanza came back to say hello to all of us!”
	“Oh man, mom had Burrito Bonanza for lunch?” Darwin asked, “Dad, you might want to sleep with the windows open tonight.”
	“Well, I’m glad all of you found that funny,” Nicole muttered, still blushing with her arms crossed. As she stood there with a cross look on her face, she caught a whiff of the puff that had escaped her behind. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was quite pungent, with a tart and acidic smell to it. While not the worst expulsion she’d ever smelt herself releasing, she still felt bad that she’d let it slip close enough to Gumball that he could probably smell it as well. While the others laughed, she noticed that the only one not chuckling at her embarrassing predicament was Gumball himself, whose gaze remained fixed on her as if he was hypnotized. 
	Looking at Gumball with confusion, her eyes noticed something from below, and she tilted her gaze down, her eyebrows lifting in surprise at what she saw. The center of his jean shorts stood upright along his zipper, like a stiff pole jutting from the crotch of his short-shorts. She would have chalked it up to being a weird way the the fabric of his jeans had folded, were it not for the fact that she could see it throbbing. A moment passed, and Gumball’s left leg rose and crossed over his crotch, hiding the bump between his legs. Nicole looked up and saw Gumball facing away from her with a nervous smile on his face, his mascara-covered face turning a lighter shade of red than hers. 
	Realizing what had just taken place, Nicole quickly sat down without a word to the rest of her family, still chuckling to themselves about how she’d just farted so abruptly. While she still felt ashamed for losing control, her mind dwelled on the image of her son’s lower half, and the shaft poking upwards underneath his pants. After a moment, she forced herself to stop thinking about it for now and to try and enjoy the fact that her kids were back home from college, even if things had just become awkward for them so soon. 

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	“I just love my job,” the Moon exalted while he hung in the dark sky, “All the most devious happenings take place in the night, when blokes think they’re under the cover of darkness. It’s ever so delightful. The fact that I was designated to watch over these hours makes me want to thank my lucky stars!”
	“Uh… what’s he talking about?” One of the twinkling stars in the sky asked its nearby buddies, “We didn’t have anything to do with — .”
	“Frank, just don’t,” the star next to him replied, “Let him have this.”
With the moon having taken the place of the sun hours ago, most of the neighborhood had its lights off and had retired to bed, including the Watterson home. Anais slept soundly in the same bedroom she’d had since she was four, while Darwin snoozed in a goldfish tank in his own room; one he’d received once he and Gumball had grown older and needed the privacy that growing boys needed. Richard snored with impressive volume in his king sized bed, taking up more space than usual since the side his wife slept on was vacant at the moment. Indeed it seemed the one member of the Watterson family out of their bedroom at this hour was Nicole herself, dressed in a white bathrobe and pacing around the living room in a nervous manner. 
	“Okay Nicole, this is getting kind of silly, and a little weird,” the blue feline muttered as she completed her thirtieth trip back and forth from one side of the couch to the other, “You’ve been acting all worked up since dinner, when you made a fool of yourself by letting one rip — which happens to everyone, nobody’s perfect — but you’re dwelling on the fact that you saw your son’s… erection… right after your butt made that sound. What does that mean? And more important, why do I think that has to mean something? Why am I thinking about this so much?”
	As Nicole continued to pace, her paw rubbed her stomach in a gentle motion. While she’d felt the urge to relieve her bowels hours ago when her kids had returned home, something about what occurred at dinner made her hesitant about evacuating everything stored in her at the moment. She’d not even let out so much as a single toot since that event, even when she was by herself and nobody was around to tease her about it. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to do such a thing, but she needed to figure it out soon; if she didn’t make a decision to do something with it in the next half hour, it was going to force its way out regardless of where she was. 
	“Are you saving it for something specific?” Nicole asked herself, growing tired of pacing and sitting down on the couch to mull over her thoughts, “Are you saving it… for Gumball?” The question made her shiver when she spoke it out loud. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she realized she was wrestling with the idea that a subconscious part of her was holding in the building need to fart and poop just in case something about it might be intriguing to Gumball. 
	“But that’s crazy! I mean, if my little Gummypuss has… interests like that, I don’t mind; he’s basically an adult, he’s allowed to like whatever he wants to like. But… me? His own mother? Does he just like that stuff in general, or does he specifically like the idea of me doing that? And for that matter, do I like the idea of doing that for him?”
	Nicole lifted her paw from her belly to her chin as she gave it some thought. She began to imagine she and Gumball with his new feminine appearance, both of them sitting on the couch watching TV with nobody else around at the moment. Sporting a thin long sleeve shirt and a pair of hip-hugging black yoga pants, she’d have her feet up on the sofa, with her ample cheeks aimed toward her son on the other side of the couch. She’d have a hard time keeping her eyes off of her son, with his long hair hanging an inch above the edge of his pink hoodie, while wearing a pair of fuzzy pajama pants with unicorns and star clusters patterned along the legs. Just like her yoga pants rode the middle of her butt to highlight her crack and the size of her ample rear, she could imagine his jammies would do little to hide the weighty orbs he’d planted into the sofa cushion. After feeling a gurgle in her belly and a poke behind her butthole, she’d look toward Gumball with a lecherous twinkle in her eye. 
	“Goodness, it’s getting quite cold in here, isn’t it sweetheart?” Nicole would ask, the end of her tail swishing with enticement to the side of her behind.
	“Yeah, it’s pretty chilly,” Gumball would respond, putting the TV on mute and looking back toward her with a similar gaze, “You want me to turn up the thermostat?”
	“Oh no no, don’t do that, sweetheart,” his mother would say, before scooting over toward him, pressing her nose up against his as she looked into his eyes, “We’re trying to save money on the heating bill this month. Mommy knows the best, and most cost-efficient way to warm her boy up.” 
	After kissing him on the nose, Nicole would lift her behind off of the couch cushion, crawling over his lap and rubbing her butt against his face. Gumball’s paws would slide up the radius of her backside, rubbing along the surface of her thin yoga pants while nuzzling his face between the crack down the middle of her cheeks. She would slide it down his chest and wiggle it against his stomach, before taking in a small breath of air and flex her sphincter, letting the force behind her sphincter slip past the squishy flesh. 
	Flrrrrpt
	“Ahh…” Nicole would sigh after the deep sputtering that emanated from her buttcheeks, swaying them once again once she felt the heat of her gas spread along her cheeks, “Well, what do you think, honey? Are you feeling a little warmer now?”
	“A little bit,” Gumball would say, taking a whiff of his mother’s aroma in the air and sliding his paws against her glutes, “But I think I’m still feeling a little cold down south. Think you could help me out there?”
	“Of course, dear,” Nicole would tease, letting her tail saunter around his face and tickling his nose, “Mommy wants to make sure her little boy is nice and toasty when it gets too cold for him.”
	Standing up for a moment, Nicole slipped her thumbs down the waist of her black pants, yanking them past the large globes of her shapely buttocks and pulling them down to her knees before letting them fall to the floor. Bending over, she’d let her son gaze upon the sight of his mother’s ass, his paws each taking hold of a cheek and giving them a firm squeeze. After a moment, his paws would relinquish the meat of her ass as he slipped his pajama pants down past his wide hips to unveil his own meat — Nicole wasn’t exactly sure what Gumball’s penis looked like, since she hadn’t seen it since before he started going through puberty, but in her fantasy she liked to think it was an impressively long stick of blue flesh, somewhat fat in the middle with tiny barbs lining it all around up to the pointy head at the top, hanging over a sack of walnut sized balls between his thighs. With both their pants off, she would sit down on his thighs, scooting herself up toward his lap until his cock was nestled between her cheeks, letting her feel the collection of barbs prickling her buttcrack. Tightening up her face again, she would push her anal muscles a bit to let out the exhaust it was holding back. 
	Pwooot
	Moaning from the force of her butt’s sudden outburst, she’d feel her vagina flex as the shaft between her cheeks throbbed, Gumball clearly enjoying the warmth of his mother’s fumes warming up his cock. As he would move his hips up and down to let his length drag along her fur, Nicole would surrender to the needs of the orifice in front of her. She’d slide her paws up and down the moist crease as her heart fluttered from the exhilaration of the antics she and her son engaged in. 
	“Oh, wow...” Nicole said as the fantasy playing in her mind came to an abrupt halt, her attention coming back to the present with her in her bathrobe on the couch, “Did I seriously just think about that? And what’s worse, did it actually turn me on?” As Nicole thought it over, her ears flicked up as they detected a wet squishing sound. She lowered her head and looked toward her groin, seeing that her right paw had moved from her chin down to her vagina, stroking itself as the thoughts of farting on her son made it wet with excitement. 
	“Hey, I didn’t tell you to go down there!” Nicole muttered, yanking her paw away from her throbbing pussy lips. After staring at her wet digits for a moment, the paw darted right back down between her legs. “Haaa — !” Nicole moaned for a brief moment, before her left paw grabbed her right wrist and pulled it back up. “No! Bad!” she scolded, slapping the top of her paw and eliciting a puppy-dog whine from it, “We’re not doing that right now, you understand me?”
	After regaining control of her paw, Nicole pushed the lewd fantasy from her mind to better focus on how to deal with the present situation. Nicole wasn’t one to deny what was plain as day; she felt attracted to her son — sexually attracted no less. She felt disgusted for having such thoughts, but she knew that she couldn’t just wish them away. If she was going to overcome this little dilemma of hers, she would have to follow in her brilliant daughters footsteps and take the logical approach to overcoming this problem. 
	“Okay, step one to overcoming a problem is admitting you have a problem,” Nicole said aloud, before clearing her throat and straightening her posture, “I, Nicole Watterson, feel sexual attraction to…” Nicole’s eyes shifted from side to side to make sure she was still by herself, before lowering her head and speaking in a whisper, “My son, Gumball. More specifically, I have the desire to let him bask in my farts… if that’s what he’s into.” Nicole let out a quick sigh of relief and smiled. “Great! Step one completed, and pretty easily too. Next comes step two, which involves…” Nicole’s smile faded and turned to one of horror with her eyes wide open in fear, “... Confronting the problem.” 
	Nicole lifted her legs up to the couch, wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her face within them. Step two was going to be much much harder than step one. She couldn’t imagine telling her own son that she, the woman who’d given birth to him and raised him to be the adult he was now (relatively speaking) that she had physical desires for him — especially with such an extreme kink. She thought it over in her mind and could only see one scenario playing out if she told him the truth. 
	“Hey there, Gummypuss!” she’d begin with a cheery smile and exuberant attitude, “Mommy just wanted to let you know that she likes the idea of having sex with you and more specifically gets off to the idea of spraying you with her flatulence. Just putting that out there to clear the air. So, any questions or comments?” Following a long period of awkward silence, she imagined Gumball might scream at the top of his lungs before jumping through his glass window and fleeing for his life. Truth be told, Nicole wouldn’t have blamed him for such a reaction. 
	“No, no!” Nicole corrected herself as she stood up from the couch, “Gumball’s grown up a lot in the past six years. He’s an adult now — for the most part. Even if it’s going to be awkward, I’m sure he’s mature enough to handle the truth… I hope.”
	With a loud gulp, Nicole forced herself to walk up the stairs and toward Gumball’s bedroom. On her way, she did her best to rehearse the conversation that she was about to have with her son, whom she’d fantasized about covering his body in the fumes of her flatulence moments ago. Part of her understood that perhaps it was the time spent away from her darling boy that had manifested such a strange sexual attraction to him. Naturally if someone was deprived of something they’d spent so many years with, the slingshot effect would take place and make them want it back even more than before. She still wasn’t sure why she herself got off to the idea of passing gas on his body; that was a psychoanalysis for another time. 
As Nicole neared Gumball’s bedroom she inched her paw upward to knock on his door, before a bit of noise caught the attention of her ears. She leaned her head in to listen, hearing a bit of creaking and what sounded like her son’s heavy breathing and whimpering. 
	“That’s strange,” Nicole muttered in a whisper, “What on Earth could he be doing at this hour?” As soon as the question left her mouth, she realized how stupid it was to ask such a thing. Gumball was single and just beginning the journey away from his teenage years, with plenty of hormones still raging within him; what else could he be doing late at night in his room all by himself? 
	It had been quite an awkward period of time when her little Gummypuss had first started going through puberty so many years ago. She had an idea of how bewildered he felt to have so many new wants and urges coursing through him all at once, so she tried not to impede on letting him explore his body and the desires he had, as long as he kept things to himself and sanitary. Over the years from middle to high school, she’d grown quite used to the sound of his chair squeaking back and forth, as well as the little moans and sighs he made when he was finished. 
She could just imagine Gumball now as a young adult, sitting in his chair in front of the computer monitor, one paw on the mouse and another on his penis, stroking it vigorously as he watched whatever enticing images were on his screen. She wondered if he kept a shirt on while he played with himself or went stark naked? Did he use a sock or a tissue to catch his semen upon finishing, or was he the bold type to let it fly all over him and bask in his own seed?
	Nicole shook her head as the lewd images swam through her mind, scolding herself for thinking about such things. Gumball was busy for the moment, so she’d have to wait until morning to have the awkward discussion with him, provided she could find a moment for the two of them to talk in private away from the rest of the family. For now, she felt joyful that she could go to bed and prolong that kind of awkwardness for another day. 
	Just as she turned away, a small cramp hit her stomach, reminding her of the gas poking behind her sphincter as well as all of the solid matter waiting behind it.  Massaging her stomach again, she considered making a trip to the bathroom to let it all out at once and be done with it; however, something in her mind compelled her not only to hold onto it for a bit longer, but also to have that conversation with Gumball now instead of tomorrow. She turned her head to face the door before creeping her way back to it. Her paw reached for the door handle, knowing it was unlikely to be unlocked, but still wanting to test it nonetheless. 
Twisting it at the slowest pace to keep it from making any noise whatsoever, Nicole was surprised to find that the handle was indeed unlocked. She wondered why on Earth Gumball would keep his door unlocked if he was going to be masturbating; perhaps he had forgotten to do so in his eagerness to get back to the comfort of his own room and computer chair? Or was it something else that made him so careless in locking his door, perhaps something related to what happened at dinner? Nicole felt her chest tighten somewhat as she twisted the knob without making a sound and pushed the door open. She poked her head into the darkness and placed a paw over her mouth to hide the gasp from what she saw in front of her. Though only illuminated by the screen of his computer, she could see her son Gumball completely naked, a large pair of headphones covering his ears as his upper body bounced forward and back in a fast and steady motion. Closing the door behind her, she proceeded to tip-toe toward her son, feeling her body tremble with each step she took.
Nicole knew this was wrong. She knew how intrusive it was to sneak up on her son while he thought he was alone, masturbating in peace to some harmless pronography. Any responsible parent, even one with a complex as strange as her own, would wait for their child to finish and clean up before finding an opportunity to chat with them. Watching his body from behind, seeing his paw move up and down and his lap and hearing his soft little moans made her reservations become harder and harder to hear as they fell to the back of her mind. As she approached him, she gained a clearer view of what he was watching on his computer; it was a video of a yellow cat, probably close to her own age from what she could see, hunched over and with her butt pointed toward the camera. Her cheeks were spread to show off the small crater of her anus, which flexed in a hypnotizing rhythm before opening up and revealing the head of a brown turd sliding forward. 
	In any other circumstance, Nicole might have found the imagery repulsive; however at this particular moment, seeing such a thing filled her with a glimmer of excitement. Her hunch about her son was correct in more ways than she anticipated: not only did he find the act of women farting to be arousing, but he seemed to enjoy watching them poop as well, judging from how fast he was stroking himself at the moment. The question still remained though: would he find the same joy in watching his own mother perform the same actions in front of him? There was just one way for her to find out. With her arm shaking, Nicole slowly reached forward and tapped Gumball’s left shoulder, making the motion of his wrist cease cease immediately upon feeling unanticipated contact. His head slowly turned around and made eye contact with his mother, who gave a sheepish smile and uneasy wave to him as he stared with a panic-stricken expression. 
	“AH — !” Gumball began to scream, before Nicole darted forward and put a paw over his mouth, gesturing with her other paw to keep silent while his muffled scream continued under her other paw. A few seconds passed and the noises under her paw ceased, prompting her to release his mouth. 
	“Mom, what are you doing!?” Gumball shrieked in a whisper as he removed his headphones. In an instant, he turned his head back toward the computer, seeing that the video now showed the feline’s turd had severed itself from her backside, leaving her anus with a thick abundance of brown smudge. “I-I-I wasn’t jacking off to this, I swear!” Gumball pleaded as he scrambled to click the website’s homepage and look for any other video, “I clicked on it by mistake, I swear! I was looking for… uh… foot fetish porn.” Gumball said as he clicked on a video, taking a few seconds to load before showing a heavyset bear laying in bed with her fat toes taking up most of the cameras view, “Yup, feet sure are sexy, I can’t get enough of ‘em, heh heh…” Nicole’s eyes wandered down to Gumball’s cock, getting to glance at it for a few seconds before he scrambled for a nearby towel to cover his lap with. Though momentarily seeing it, she realized it was close to what she’d anticipated; pointed over his walnut-sized balls stood a rod slightly above average length, with a number of bumpy barbs around the girth and a slanted pointy tip at the very end of it. The sound of Gumball clearing his throat made Nicole’s head rise to see a blushing yet irritated look on Gumball’s face. She shook her head to rid herself the visual of his cock out of her mind, reminding herself of the real reason she was here in the first place. 
	“Sweetheart, I need to talk to you about something,” Nicole said with a tender voice. 
	“Can’t it wait, mom?” Gumball protested, “I’m kind of busy here… you know, with my, uh, foot fetish porn, which is totally what I was watching before you came in.”
	“I know this is unorthodox, but it can’t wait,” she insisted, both for the fact that she wanted to get this conversation out of the way as soon as possible, and that she probably had about ten minutes of control over her bowels left. She stepped away from Gumball’s computer and toward his bed, sitting her bare blue cheeks onto his covers and patting the spot next to her as she looked toward him. With a heavy sigh, the naked Gumball stood from his chair with his towel still covering his lap. With the glow of his computer cutting through the dark of his room, Nicole was given a brief view of his unclothed figure, petite yet fit, with only the slightest bit of toned muscle on his arms and chest. She’d already seen his beautifully skinny legs from earlier with his shorts barely covering anything below his hips; now she could see that his thighs were quite a bit more meaty than most men his age, as were the round blue globes of his behind. Nicole had never thought she would find herself attracted to a man with a feminine figure, least of all her son. She wondered which one played more of a factor in her feelings for him now: his stunningly girlish figure, or her unconditional love for her son having skyrocketed to uncommon heights? As he sat down with only a foot between their backsides, Nicole shook the thought from her mind, remembering there were more important matters that needed addressing at the moment. Drumming her paws against her knees, Nicole forced herself to begin what she anticipated to be a very cringeworthy procedure. 
	“So… Gumball…” she began, unable to look him in the eye as he was unable to for her, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened at dinner earlier this evening.”
	“You mean how you cut the cheese after you were telling me and Darwin off about our grades?” Gumball asked with annoyance, clutching his towel tight with his paws. 
	“Yes, thank you for putting it so bluntly, but more to the point, I wanted to talk about something I noticed from you.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Gumball’s shoulders raise in dread of what came next. “I noticed you had an erection sweetheart, right after I tooted.” She noticed Gumball’s fur stand on end at the mention of his erection, his head lowering into his shoulders from embarrassment. “I just wanted to know if that was connected to what I did.” Gumball responded in silence, turning his head away from her like he was hoping he could disappear right then and there. “Gummypuss, it’s okay. You can tell me the truth. I’m your mother, I won’t disown you or shame you for having certain… urges, so to speak.” More silence followed her question, until Gumball dropped his face into his paws with his knees holding his towel against his lap. 
	“Yes,” he responded with shame, making Nicole’s tail swish against his sheets a little bit. 
	“That’s what I thought. And, more specifically, was it the fact that I farted? Me, your mother, doing that in front of you? Does that turn you on honey?” With his face still buried in his paws, a feeble whimper escaped his throat, and Nicole could have sworn she saw the center of his towel throb just a bit. 
	“Maybe,” Gumball replied with a cracking voice .
	“Gummy, do you have… feelings for me?” Nicole forced herself to ask, despite the twisting her insides felt both from asking such a question, and from the contents of her bowels she was still holding in. “I mean, do you have sexual feelings for me?”
	“I —!” Gumball screamed, before shutting his mouth to regain control of the volume of his voice, “I don’t know! I mean, tons of weird stuff go through my mind when I’m, uh, doing that, you know?” As Gumball fumbled his way through an excuse, Nicole’s expression showed that she wasn’t quite convinced of what her son had just said, especially since his face and his voice had indicated he didn’t buy it himself. “Okay, fine, I’m doing a bad job at this. If I have to be honest with you, I guess I do think you’re… kinda hot,” he mumbled with his ears drooping down.
	“I… see,” Nicole responded, drumming her paws against her knees as she tried to process this new information, “So, do you want to see me doing the things you were watching on your computer? Before you tried to cover it up with foot fetish stuff — I’m a little insulted that you thought that would work on me.”
	“Sorry,” he grumbled, “Yeah, I guess I do, kind of.”
	“Right, I had a feeling that was the case.” A few seconds of awkward silence passed between the two, neither of them looking at each other through the invisible tension in the air. “If you don’t mind me asking honey, do you know why you want to see me doing stuff like that?” Nicole looked out of the corner of her eyes toward Gumball, watching him as his chin rested on his knuckles, contemplating on how to answer such a question. 
	“Do you remember that one Halloween where you were really drunk when I got home from Trick-or-Treating?” he asked. Nicole felt the fur of her body stand on end as the question prompted a rush of uneasiness within her; fragments of memories from the past began to come back to her in a haze; images of her in a witch costume, a bottle of cheap wine in her paw, the other one gripping the seat of the sofa as she struggled to keep from falling, while her behind remained high up in the air.
	“Um… barely,” nicole replied with a nervous smile, “When you’re that drunk, you have a hard time remembering things.”
	“Do you remember taking a dump in my candy pail?”
	“Oh God, I thought that was a dream. That actually happened?”
	“It happened,” Gumball replied. Nicole smacked her paw against her face as she recollected the sensation of what had taken place that night. She remembered hosting a party for the adults of the neighborhood while the kids had fun outside, and becoming far more intoxicated than she’d planned to. After the house had been empty and Gumball had come home, he’d walked in on the sight of his mother with her ass in the air, her costume torn right in the seat of her pants to expose her asshole under her raised tail. She didn’t remember what she’d said to him, but following a surprise bout of flatulence, the intense urge to relieve her bowels had soon followed. In a matter of seconds, with Gumball’s candy-pail underneath her, she’d begun squeezing a number of soft and squishy logs out of her anus, feeling each one’s warmth slither through her until she was at last empty. The day after, she’d woke up to find the pail gone, and assumed the whole ordeal was a dream. Now that Gumball had revealed it was indeed reality, she felt an immense amount of shame punching her in the chest from so many years ago. 
	“Gumball honey, I’m so sorry you had to see that,” Nicole said, forcing her words past her tightening throat, “That was a very irresponsible thing for me to do as a mother, and — .”
	“It’s okay, mom,” Gumball interrupted her, “It was an accident — in more ways than one — you didn’t mean for it to happen. Anyway, that image kind of burned itself into my mind, because I’d never seen anything like it before. It was gross at first, but as I grew up, I realized I kind of wanted to see it again. Whenever you’d sneak off to the bathroom, I’d try to be near the door if nobody else was around, try to see if I could hear anything.” While Nicole didn’t approve of the thought of her son trying to hear her bathroom noises without her permission, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the fact that her carelessness on that particular Halloween night was the cause of his unique interest in her. 
“I thought by the time I’d gotten through high school, I’d managed to put those feelings to bed and move on. But after Penny and I broke up and I went to college, I started realizing how much I missed you, and those feelings started coming back. I’ve spent so many nights looking up… those kinds of videos, and imagining that it was you doing those things, and that you were letting me watch without having to spy on you.” She watched as Gumball put his paws over his eyes and sighed loudly. “Listen to me. All this talk about wanting to watch my mom take a dump and how it makes me horny. I sound like such a freak”
	“No!” Nicole answered him immediately. Acting on instinct, Nicole leapt forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head above her chest in a comforting hug. “You are not a freak, sweetheart, and don’t you ever think you are. Look, I know it’s uncommon — a lot of people might not understand such a thing — but I promise you, I don’t think anything’s wrong with you, even if you have physical desires for me, your own mother. I want you to know I’m telling you the honest truth, okay?” As her paw smoothed over his soft dreads of luscious hair, she could feel her son’s body trembling and hear soft whimpers coming from him. She could tell he was struggling not to cry, worried that his emotional outpour might make things more awkward for the both of them. Nicole’s heart felt broken for Gumball, realizing how much he lamented his unusual desires and the fact that he couldn’t keep them to himself. “Besides, if you’re a freak, well then, I guess I’m a freak too.” Gumball’s ears perked up high, and he lifted his head to face his mother directly. 
	“...What?” he asked in a daze. 
	“Since I saw your, uh, ‘tent’ at dinner, I’ve been wrestling with some very uncomfortable thoughts in my head. I thought something was wrong with me too — maybe there still is, I don’t know — but hearing you say it first makes me feel better about what I’m feeling.” Taking another breath, Nicole kept her eyes locked on Gumball’s. “Gumball, honey… I have the same feelings for you too. I want you… physically. Intimately. Passionately.” Gumball’s jaw hung open, speechless as to what he was hearing at the moment. Nicole couldn’t blame him; after he’d admitted that it was a fantasy, hearing his mother return his deep affection for her might make him wonder if this was an intense dream he might wake up from any moment now. Nicole’s trembling paws moved off of her son and to the sash of her bathrobe tied around her waist, her breath caught in her throat as she unfastened the knot and put her paws on the opening around her neck. Before moving any further, her chest rose with a deep breath as she did what she could to steel her nerves at the moment. 
	“I know you said that you can’t imagine doing something like that for real. Still...” She began as she slipped her robe down, revealing the petite nubs of her flat A-cup chest with a slight curve on the underside of each mound, barely sticking out past her slim and fit belly. She pulled her paws through her sleeves, revealing her slender arms and shoulders as she let her robe fall behind her. Placing her paws on the bed next to her wide hips, Nicole leaned back slightly to show off her nude figure, her thin tail  swishing over the covers of Gumball’s bed behind her substantial rear. “Just in case you change your mind, I thought I’d put the offer on the table for you.”
	Gumball’s face flushed red as a cherry as his mouth continued to hang open. Nicole understood his hesitance; the natural response for a boy Gumball’s age of seeing a naked woman outside of a computer screen was something she expected, and even more so, it was his own mother baring her body to him. He’d likely not seen her nude since he was a toddler, when such things didn’t mean anything to him back then. What’s more, she was giving him quite the offer by sitting on his bed without any clothing with full intention of indulging his kinky interests, an offer she wasn’t sure if he was ready to accept or not. She figured she’d wait another minute for the shock to wear off before she put her robe back on and wandered out of his room and to the nearby toilet to empty herself of what she’d held in for almost an entire day. Nervous as Gumball appeared to be, even she had a hard time believing she was making such an offer to him. 
	Eventually, Gumball leapt forward, tossing the towel covering his erection and kissing his mother on the lips, giving her a shock of her own. Her son; her own fur and blood that she’d brought into this world eighteen years ago, whom she’d raised into the young adult he was now, had his lips pressed onto hers at the moment, both of them without a shred of clothing to hide their naked bodies. She could feel the tension in his mouth from the impulsiveness of his decision, still hesitant on whether or not he’d made the right decision.
	Nicole decided to assure him he had indeed made a wise choice, relaxing her lips against his and melting into his embrace. The two mouths remained gentle with one another, pecking the very surface and testing the waters as each of them kept their eyes closed. A few seconds passed and the two relented, Gumball pulling back and looking up at his mother while his eyes remained wide and awestruck. Nicole herself looked down at him with her mouth open as well, but with more of a smile as she gazed into his eyes. With her eyes having adjusted to the darkness, she was able to marvel at his new feminine look all the more now that he was naked. His gorgeous hair hung down past his cheeks, tickling her whiskers the slightest bit. His skinny arms braced his body against the bed on both sides of her hips, while his slim stomach hovered a foot over her own. Her eyes looked down for a brief moment, taking in the full sight of his barbed cock, rigid as stone and pointed right at her waistline. Nicole couldn’t resist the urge to smirk in satisfaction at the healthy looking rod, before turning her eyes back to his face and bouncing her brows with anticipation.
 After seeing her look of encouragement, Gumball’s eyes rolled up as he dove his face back toward hers and kissed her again. This time the embrace was much more intense, mashing his lips against hers and making her ears jump upright as he leaned his head toward the left. She could feel his mouth open, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized he was ready to take another step. Nicole gladly opened her mouth to allow his advance. She could feel his tongue race past his and her lips, touching hers before she even had a chance to raise it. She giggled at the sensation of Gumball’s tongue inside her mouth, being just what she expected: frantic, sporadic and a bit aggressive, exactly how most inexperienced boys kisses tended to be. Nicole wasn’t put off by his lack of discipline and technique with his tongue; in a way she found it adorable that her son was trying so hard to please her and stumbling all over himself in the process. Cute as it was, she felt obligated to help him improve for future endeavors in his life. 
“Gumball, honey?” Nicole said, easing him away from her mouth as a light strand of spit fell between them and broke against one another’s chest. 
“Ya-ye-y-yeah, mom?” Gumball stuttered, his chest bouncing up and down as he heaved for breath while his eyes darted up and down the naked body of his mother whom he’d just kissed. 
“First of all, breathe,” she said, holding his right paw between both of hers and rubbing the fur over his wrist in a soothing fashion. 
Gumball’s eyes looked downward as he realized how frantic his breathing had become, before he lifted his chin and inhaled deeply. Holding it in for about four seconds, Gumball exhaled for the same amount of time. Nicole could feel the tension in his palm dissipate in an instant, still a little shaky, but nothing compared to what she’d felt half a minute ago. 
“Good boy,” Nicole said, lifting his paw in her hands and giving it a gentle kiss, prompting his eyes to close as a faint whimper creeped from his throat, “Second of all, I don’t know how many girls — or guys…?”
“Girls!” Gumball responded with irritation.
“Right, girls — I don’t know how many of them you’ve kissed — open mouth kissed, I mean — but there’s some things you might need to work on to ‘improve your game’.” Gumball opened his mouth as his brows furrowed in annoyance, before his eyes looked upward with consideration. Thinking it over, he closed his mouth and looked forward at his mother to hear what she had to say. “One thing you need to keep in mind is, it’s not a contest of who can overpower the other; you’re not trying to wrestle someone’s tongue into submission. It’s more like a dance: one can lead, but it’s all about guidance and letting the other follow with balance between the two. It requires you to be patient and most of all, gentle. Understand, sweetheart?” Taking another breath, Gumball closed his eyes and nodded. “Good. Want to try again?”
Gumball crawled forward, his slim body leaning over the similar figure of his mother as he looked into her eyes. She shot him back a playful smirk before llicking her lips, urging him to continue. Gumball advanced his head and met her lips once again, leaning to the left and opening his mouth while she did the same. This time, Gumball’s tongue inched forward with tact, matching the same pace of his mother’s as they met each other halfway. He poked his mother’s tongue by the tip, waiting for a response. It took a second for hers to come to life, running itself along the underside from the back to the front, feeling it flex as she slid along every centimeter of the slippery surface. Gumball’s tongue began to move again, rotating it to touch the top against Nicole’s with tact, applying just a hint of pressure without being too forceful. 
Nicole’s heart swelled from the revised technique of Gumball’s tongue. While he still had room for improvement, he’d already shown that he’d taken her advice, and his new ministrations became all the more stimulating. She could feel her nipples stand more erect, and a delightful tingle run down her belly and settle into her loins, making her vaginal lips spread just a bit. 
As if reading her mind, Gumball’s paw lifted up to his mother’s chest, smoothing over the fur just above her right breast. While it started out with confidence, it seemed stuck on the edge of the small mound, unsure if it was safe to advance or not. Nicole’s left paw rose up and grasped her son’s right wrist, guiding it downward to keep on its intended path and cup the entire mound within his paw, her erect nipple right at the center of his grasp. 
After a heavy whimper from him into her mouth, she could feel his body grow rigid, and also feel his erection rest upon her waistline. She’d been ready to give him instruction on what to do with his paw, but soon found that he didn’t need any. He’d taken cue from the advice given for his tongue and applied it to his paw, gently squeezing the mound without too much force, before sliding his digits to the center around her nipple. 
It was Nicole’s turn to whimper as she felt her son pinch her nipple just a bit, eliciting an electric sensation of arousal spreading from her chest and throughout the rest of her body. His paw continued to knead the bump of flesh like bread, making her face tighten as her hips began to rock. She decided to break the kiss between them as her tongue was beginning to grow tired, deciding he could use a bit more coaching at the moment. 
“Harder…” she whispered, eliciting a look of surprise from Gumball. 
“You sure?” he asked, his eyes jumping between her face and the petite breast in his paw, “I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”
“You won’t, honey. Believe it or not, women’s nipples can take quite a bit of punishment — just don’t scratch them or anything. Otherwise, go nuts; pull them, pinch them, suck on them, whatever you want.”
With a renewed look of excitement, Gumball’s eyes looked down toward the breast in his paw, giving it a firmer squeeze than before. His mother gasped from the delightful sensation elicited from the sensitive nub, feeling her nether’s tickle and open even more. Her son looked up toward her face following her outcry, and though her eyes were closed, she nodded with a smile urging him that what he’d heard was a good noise, and that she wanted more. The grip of his digits tightened even more, and pulled against the nipple just a bit, urging his mother to open her mouth in response to the increasing stimulus. 
“Aah…” Nicole began to moan, before moving her paws to her mouth to keep her voice from getting too loud and alerting the rest of the family. For a brief moment, the gravity of what she was doing caught up with her. Not only was she cheating on her husband, but she was doing so with her own son. If anyone in the family found out about this, she couldn’t even imagine the kind of damage it would cause to their lives. A twinge of guilt tugged at her conscience and made her wonder if they should stop now in the hopes of keeping things from going too far. 
Gumball’s ears perked up and his gaze moved toward her in response to the noise she’d made. The two remained frozen for a few seconds, staring into one another’s eyes. The guilt within Nicole began to melt away as she stared into his shining black eyes full of wonder and awe. She realized in her heart of hearts that Gumball’s joy was worth the risk she was taking at the moment. Family and society itself be damned; as long as she had the affection of her son, that would be enough to keep her going. 
Nicole’s paws moved down to reveal the lustful smile spread across her face, her upper teeth pushing down on her bottom lip as she gazed toward her son. Gumball’s paw moved down while his mouth took its place on her breast, his lips wrapping around the standing nub and his tongue swirling around the flesh in a slow and enticing rhythm. “Mm… I’m surprised how good at this you are, Gummypuss,” Nicole whispered, her eyes open just enough to see her son’s toned buttocks sway along with his raised tail, deriving some satisfaction from her praise. Her own paws found their way between his ears, stroking the long, smooth locks of blue hair covering his head and neck. While she stroked his hair, she could hear a hum emanate through his mouth, causing a vibration against her nipple and adding to her building pleasure. While his mouth kept her nipple occupied, his paw moved down past her belly, venturing between her legs and tracing around her moist and open pussy. 
Nicole’s heartbeat quickened just a bit. She could only imagine Gumball’s excitement at the moment, getting to touch the vessel so many males his age considered sacred — and given the discussion they’d had after she’d entered his room, he must have held it in even higher regard considering it was his mother’s pussy. His middle digit slid up the center of the crevasse, making her giggle and moan with a smile, her hips shivering as his touch reached the pearl at the top of her fleshy lips. Nicole was just about to give her son some advice on proper vaginal stimulation with his paw, before his touch ventured even further downward. Though confused at first, Nicole smirked when she realized that her pussy wasn’t the hole Gumball was gunning for at the moment. 
Gumball’s paw had found its way down to his mother’s round and shapely butt, giving her left glute a sensual rubbing across its mass before giving it a firm squeeze along the center. There wasn’t a chance in the world that the size of her posterior cheeks could ever be fully gripped by her son’s paws, but the touch against the area felt enticing nonetheless. Dragging his digit from her glute, he found his way to the orifice just south of her flexing pussy, the crater between her shapely buttocks. His digit rubbed along the surface, eliciting a coo from Nicole as her eyes rolled upward from the sensation his touch gave her anus. She and Richard had never engaged in anal play once in their lives; in fact, their sex was relatively tame for the few times they ever had sex at all anymore after having three children in their lives. While not quite as fulfilling as any kind of vaginal contact, Nicole found the stimulation appealing in its own way; it provided a nice tickle, making the soft orifice flex as the sensation crept up her sphincter and settled into her gut. 
The stimulation of her asshole however gave a quick reminder to the contents of her stomach she’d been holding onto for so long now. She’d become so wrapped up in her sexual encounter with Gumball that the urges of her bowels had taken a back seat to let her relish in discovery of the joys incest with her son brought on. Gumball playing with her anus however brought it on full force, making her realize she had maybe five minutes of control left before everything came flowing out all at once. 
Considering the kind of porn she’d caught him watching, and how he’d more or less admitted that’s what he was into, an idea entered Nicole’s brain while his paw continued to tickle her anus. She wasn’t sure if it was something he’d be into completely, but she figured now would be the best time to test the waters; she could always apologize if he didn’t like it and hope he understood her good intentions. Tightening her face up a bit, Nicole directed a slight amount of force down through her rectum, being careful not to let too much out all at once. 
Pluuup
Nicole’s anus flexed as it released an invisible gust of warm air between her cheeks and against Gumball’s paw. The motions of her son’s paw and his mouth ceased at once as his eyes popped open, his body freezing with tension in response to what he’d heard and felt all of a sudden. Nicole looked toward Gumball with bated breath as he lifted his paw up and looked at it, as if he could see the fumes of her flatulence clinging to it. 
Is that a look of amazement, or horror? Nicole wondered as she watched her son looking at his paw, Please be amazement — PLEASE be amazement. 
She received her answer in a matter of seconds, as Gumball lifted the paw to his nose and took a light sniff of it. His open eyes rolled up before closing, a delighted hum reverberating from his throat as his hindquarters clenched in the air. 
Yes! Amazement it is! Nicole cheered internally, just as she caught a slight whiff of the gas she’d just passed. Truth be told, it didn’t smell too off-putting to her; a little bittersweet and just a touch spicy. From the way Gumball looked as he ran his digit under his nose, he seemed to appreciate the scent of her butt’s expulsion even more than she did. 
“Enjoying the smell of mommy’s fart, honey?” Nicole asked in a playful tone, her tail swishing across his bed while she wiggled her hips in an enticing manner 
“Hnng!” Gumball whimpered in response, squeezing his thighs together against his throbbing erection. Nicole felt quite exhilarated from seeing her son’s inability to hide his arousal from her. Enticing as it was, she hoped he could hold onto it for a bit longer, so she could treat him to what was left in her bowels. 
“Well sweetie, there’s a lot more than some foul-smelling air in here right now,” she continued as she rubbed the lower part of her stomach, “I’ve been holding in last night’s dinner and everything I’ve eaten today without pushing anything out. Even after dinner when I went to pee, I made sure nothing came out of my butt, just in case a curious little Gummypuss of mine might like to see it.” Gumball’s jaw hung low as he looked toward her. She could see his body trembling with his arousal, making her giggle as she lifted herself up and ran her paw against his face and down his arm. “How about it, dear? Would you like to come with mommy to the potty and watch her have a nice big poop right in front of you?”
Gumball’s teeth clenched as his eyes rolled up in an instant. Before she could react, Nicole’s ears picked up the faint sound of a wet splat hitting the surface of something, before her fur detected a warm and sticky substance on her body. She didn’t need to look to know what had happened, but her head tilted down anyway. A slight look of disappointment spread across her face as she saw a few large globs of white semen her stomach, stopping with a few rogue drops along her waistline. 
“... Seriously?” Nicole muttered as her eyes remained on the white mess coating her body. Her eyes glanced upward, seeing that between his meaty legs supporting his wide hips, his throbbing rod was now covered in a sticky glaze that dripped from the very tip of the rigid flesh over his flexing sack.
“Sorry!” Gumball shrieked, before clamping his mouth shut as he’d exclaimed louder than he meant to, “I didn’t mean to, honest! It’s just — I mean, mom, you’re really hot — like REALLY hot — and you’re all naked and saying these things to me, plus you kind of caught me off guard when you farted on my paw out of nowhere…”
As Gumball continued to defend his premature release, Nicole’s curiosity made her deaf to her son’s pleas as she swiped a digit across the heaviest dollop of cum between her chest and her stomach. She lifted it to her mouth and hung her tongue out to lick it up, smacking her lips before nodding.
Not too bad, Nicole thought as she rolled the taste around in her mouth, savoring the somewhat salty but sweet flavor. He’s certainly eating a better diet than Richard is; which makes sense given his stunning figure. Licking up the remaining drops on her paw, Nicole looked back toward Gumball as he continued prattling, not even noticing that his mother had licked up his cum. 
“Plus I was already kind of halfway there when you walked in on me, so of course all of this just dropped on me at once, it’s kind of hard to hold it back, you know?” Gumball finished as his mother’s paw reached for his covers, wiping off the brunt of his semen off her fur. 
“I understand, Gumball,” Nicole replied, “It’s not your fault. I did kind of surprise you with this and didn’t give you any time to prepare. It’s a shame though; I was kind of hoping you’d get to enjoy yourself even more if you were in the bathroom with me. Guess I’ll just go take care of that now…”
“Wait, I can still come!” Gumball replied before Nicole could get up, “I mean, I can still go with you… AND I can still, you know… cum.” Nicole raised a surprised eyebrow at her son, her eyes darting down to his hanging penis with a strand of white hanging off of the tip. 
“Really now?” she asked as she looked at him, “You think you’ll be up and ready for another round so soon after you just came?”
“Oh, yeah, totally!” Gumball said with a flick of his wrist, “I mean in college I was usually masturbating twice in a row before I was done — sometimes I could get a third one in there if I was really — .” Gumball stopped talking when he saw his mom’s head a few inches from his face, her eyes looking down at his cock while her paw lifted up toward the hanging liquid at the tip. Pulling it away, she rose the digit toward her lips and sampled the thinner strand of cum, noticing it had a bit less flavor than the heavier glob she’d tasted earlier. As Gumball stared at her slack-jawed, she noticed his half-limp erection jump with signs of life, signifying how much he enjoyed the sight of his mother tasting his cum. 
“Oh, you weren’t lying,” Nicole commented as she finished off the last molecule of semen on her paw, “You are ready for another session, aren’t you?” Gumball shook his head and looked down at his cock, smiling as he saw its stiffness growing back. 
“Told ya!” Gumball said as he put his paws on his hips and confidence, “Stamina, baby!”
“Well, that’s nice,” Nicole said with a smile as she rubbed his head between his ears, coaxing a dazed smile from him as the stiffness of his cock grew just a bit more, “Now come on sweetheart; if we don’t get to the toilet in the next minute, mommy’s gonna make her territory right in the middle of your room.” Gumball’s eyebrows raised as a wide grin appeared on his face. “No,” Nicole said as she watched her son lift his paw up and open his mouth, before frowning in slight disappointment, “We may be engaging in some eccentric kinks, but I’m not about to ruin a perfectly good carpet just to get you off. Now come on, I’m seriously about to bust.”
In a matter of seconds, both Nicole and Gumball had crept through his bedroom door and into the darkness of the hallway, both of them stark naked. Nicole took the lead as she tip-toed down the hall, Gumball following behind. His eyes remained downward, his pupils having vanished in place of swirling circles of red and green, staring hypnotized at the jiggling width of his mother’s naked buttocks in front of him. Needless to say, what had once been a semi-erect mass of flesh between his legs had regained its full rigidness, pointing right at the shapely globes that enchanted him so. 
“Alright, we have to be somewhat quiet about this,” Nicole said as she stepped into the bathroom with her hypnotized son close behind her, “We can still talk, and make a bit of — well, noise — but we can’t risk waking up the rest of the family, okay?” Nicole looked behind her, noticing her son’s dazed and bewitched eyes staring downward. Her gaze followed his and she realized it was her behind that had captured his interest. “Gumball!” she said in a hushed exclamation, turning around and snapping her paw.
“Wha — yeah, got it!” Gumball replied as he shook his head of his trance, “Quiet, family, noises — see, I was listening!” With a frustrated sigh, Nicole turned around and stepped toward the toilet. 
“Make yourself comfortable on the edge of the tub,” she instructed as she turned her back toward the porcelain structure and eased her buttocks downward, “Not like there’s anywhere else to sit, except right here.”
“Wait mom, before you sit down?” Gumball asked, prompting Nicole’s bottom to come to a screeching halt just a foot above the seat, “It’s kind of hard to see much if you’re sitting like that. Do you think you could sit, uh… backwards?” Gumball’s cheeks flushed as his ears fell against his head, while Nicole eyebrows lifted with interest. Even though she could see him well enough in his bedroom, the well-lit bathroom brought new attention to her son’s naked body. His plump cheeks squished out to the sides as he sat on the edge of the tub, his balls slightly hanging underneath his rigid dick pointing toward the ceiling. His genitals however were the sole remaining traits of masculinity though, as her eyes soaked up the adorable sight of his thin frame sitting upright as he eyes darted to and from her, his cheeks rosy with a hint of adorable embarrassment at what he’d just asked. 
“Sure, honey,” she said as she raised herself up and began to turn around, “I guess I should have considered that ahead of time; it’s just that this is so new to me and everything.”
“You sure it’s not weird for you?”
“Well, I can’t say I fully understand the appeal myself,” Nicole explained, turning around and spreading her legs to straddle the toilet and lower herself down onto the seat, her tail draped down her left buttcheek and grazing the surface of the floor. Her new position forced her hefty cheeks to spread more than sitting the conventional way, giving her son a clear view of the pink skin of her asshole twitching with the last moments of restraint it had holding onto the contents of her colon. “But it doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t see any harm in it; as long as you and your partner make sure you thoroughly clean yourselves up after you’re done and nobody’s getting hurt in the process, I don’t see any point in feeling threatened by what gets people off.”
“... Mom?” Gumball asked, his voice lowering a bit as his eyes looked up from his mother’s spread buttcheeks and toward her face, looking back at him over her shoulder. 
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I just wanted to, uh, thank you for — for doing this thing, for me.  I… I love you,” Gumball said as he looked into her eyes for a few seconds, then looked away as his face remained red and his paws gripped his knees with apprehension. Though she’d known her dear son always cared about her, hearing him say it aloud, especially now, made her heart melt. Gumball was a rambunctious little scamp at every age of his youth, getting into all sorts of mischief and making life one heck of a crazy ride for her. But she knew that he had a good heart and that despite the trouble he caused, he always had good intentions and wanted to do the right thing when the chips were down. It meant so much to hear a bit of sentiment right now, when she was just a moment away from fulfilling a secret desire he’d felt ashamed of for so long. 
	“Thank you, sweetheart,” Nicole said, feeling her eyes burn slightly, making her take a breath to keep herself composed, “You know I love you too. You may have grown up so much, but you’ll always be mommy’s little Gummypuss.” Looking at him, she noticed his body tense up somewhat as he smiled, and her eyes caught the sight of his dick jumping upward just a moment after she’d spoken to him. “Oh, that’s so adorable! Does my little Gummypuss like it when mommy talks all sweetly to him?”
	“Hnnng!” Gumball groaned as his head sunk into his shoulders, his dick continuing to throb as his legs squeezed against it. Nicole couldn’t help but giggle, loving how flustered her playful banter made him so hard. 
	“Goodness, seems you really do!” she said, before a surge through her sphincter directed her attention elsewhere, “Okay, I can’t postpone this any longer; mommy’s gotta make a deposit, now.”
	Shifting her hips and her buttocks from side to side for a more comfortable position, Nicole leaned forward, her nipples touching the porcelain while her elbows rested on the lid of the toilet’s tank. Letting out a soft sigh, a light trickling noise emanated from the bowl below her, as her vaginal lips expelled a pale stream of yellow against the porcelain and splashing into the water at the center. Nicole wasn’t sure if her son was quite into watching her pee as the other thing; she looked over her shoulder toward him to observe his expression. His eyes remained fixed on her rump with keen interest, and his tail on the other side of the tub swaying from side to side in a slow pace. It seemed though as if Gumball was watching with more anticipation than anything, like watching the trailers before the feature movie began to play in a theater. His eyes lifted up toward her face for a moment, causing her to turn away on instinct. Despite feeling comfortable enough to put on this type of show for him, a part of Nicole still worried that her son might find seeing her expel something so foul and disgusting a few feet away from him might put him off. She just couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him yet, despite wanting to see his reaction in the case that he enjoyed it. 
Half a minute passed, and the stream of urine began to die down to a steady drip from the surface of her wet pussy lips. Breathing in through her nose, her tail lifted upward as she directed her muscles within her colon to push, revealing her anus flexing forward just a few centimeters with the solid mass pushing behind it. 
	Pwrrrr-ppt
	Nicole released the final puff of gas within her, carrying the sound of a sputtering baritone as it emptied out of her anus, leaving nothing but solid waste to follow next. She heard Gumball whine a bit, knowing his eyes had to be fixed to the center of her butt in order to witness every second of his mother emptying her ass into the toilet. She rose her shoulders and exerted more force through her hole, feeling the load inside of her gradually shift and move along the inner corridors. 
	“You okay?” Gumball asked from behind, “I thought you said you were about to bust; kind of expected it all to kind of slide out all at once.”
	“No honey, it’s — hmmmph — not that easy,” Nicole said as she continued to push, her pinkish asshole opening up a bit more as the seconds ticked by, “It’s still — haaa-ahhn — a big big amount of poop up in there. Even if it wants out right now, I still have to go through the trouble of p-puuuuushing it… out… oh!”
	Her words were cut off by the tip of her first turd beginning to crown through the rim of her asshole. She could hear Gumball gasp behind her, and hear the loud smack of his paw grabbing his cock, beginning to stroke himself the way he’d done in front of his computer before he’d noticed her presence. 
	“Oh man, I can see it!” Gumball exclaimed in an excited whisper, “It’s just the tip, but it looks huge! And pretty dark, and dry.”
	“Heh, doesn’t — nnnngh — surprise me,” Nicole said as she gritted her teeth and kept up the force through her anus, “Mommy’s been holding onto this since this morning, so it’s probably a bit dried out. Just need tooooo — ho, oh, ohhhh!” Nicole groaned and closed her eyes as she felt the tingling sensation in her butthole jump all at once. She’d exerted enough of a push to force the hardest part through her hole, with the more moist portion of the turd on its way. She didn’t need to push as hard anymore, rather just relax and let her sphincter do its job on its own. Out of her own sight but within Gumball’s, the dark-brown and dried out tip creeped out, followed by the slick yet knobby texture underneath it. The journey of the fat log lined with cracks and fissures on all sides was accompanied by the crackling sound of its sticky texture squishing against her flesh, and the faint “hfff” of trapped air hissing through the cracks. Gumball’s paw rigorously stroked up and down his stiff member as his eyes remained locked on the turd sliding out of his mother’s ass, mesmerized at the sight as if he’d discovered the true meaning of life right there in the bathroom. 
	Nicole’s mouth hung open as the width of the turd spread her butthole, about three inches thick through and through as it hung above the toilet water. Half a minute passed before Nicole felt the width of her turd begin to lessen, her anal muscles giving another small push to quicken its pace and be done with it. The tail of the cracked turd fell from her butthole and landed in the toilet water with a loud plopping splash, prompting her to sigh in bliss from the sudden rush of endorphins that accompanied her stretched out anus.The little pink hole, now covered with a slick coat of grease from her waste, flexed inward and outward, as if trying to catch its breath from the exertion it just went through. 
	“Ho. Ly. Shit,” Gumball uttered as his paw increased the pace up and down his cock. 
	“Language, honey,” Nicole uttered as she leaned her chin against the tank of the toilet. 
	“Sorry, mom.”
	“It’s alright, I don’t blame you. I was thinking something similar, from how much pushing that out took from me.”
	“I bet. I mean — geez, that’s huge! I can’t believe you’ve been carrying something like that around the whole day; and I can’t believe I got to watch you push it out, mom!”
	“It gets even better, sweetheart: mommy’s not done yet.” Nicole turned to look at Gumball’s face, seeing it frozen in shock, no doubt in utter disbelief that as big as the turd his mother had just dropped was, that there was still more up inside her. “So try not to blow your load too early again, okay?” she asked with an overly sweet smile. Gumball looked down at his dick, his teeth clenched with uneasiness as he pried his paw away from the twitching rod of flesh. Following a sultry giggle, Nicole once again turned toward the wall behind the toilet, preparing to repeat the process, hoping she wouldn’t need to exert as much force as before. 
	“Actually, uh, mom?” Gumball asked from behind. 
	“Yes, sweetheart?”
	“This is gonna sound weird, but, uh… can you look toward me this time?” he asked with hesitance, “I kind of want to watch what your face does when you’re… pushing.” Gumball’s face continued to keep its reddened color, resembling a fresh-picked strawberry while his mother smiled toward him. 
	“Of course I can do that, Gummypuss. You want to watch mommy’s poop-face, don’t you?” Gumball lifted his paws and covered his eyes, drawing another giggle from her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to look right at you the whole time. Even better, that’ll allow me to watch your face while you’re touching yourself.” 
	“Oh… yeah…” Gumball mumbled.
	“Honey, you’re not embarrassed about that, are you? It’s not like you can help what your face does when you’re feeling a sensation that strong. I mean, I imagine that’s why you want to see mine, right?”
	“Yeah… yeah, I guess that’s true,” Gumball admitted with a shrug. 
	“Good. Then let’s agree not to feel self-conscious about the faces we make when we’re doing what our body does naturally, okay?”
	“Okay!”
	Following a delighted beam toward him, Nicole again rose her shoulders as she took a breath, making sure to keep her gaze toward her son. 
	“Hrrmm...nnngh…” Nicole grunted, her jaw tightening as she curled her lips inward. Along with a light trickle of urine sputtering from her vaginal lips, a soft squish emanated from her anus as it opened up, allowing the flatter head of another turd to begin its course through her passage. A lighter color of brown than the log resting in the water below, its width was an inch less as well, requiring less straining from Nicole herself. Its texture was also much softer, tugging less on the flesh of her anus and leaving a bit of squishy residue on its way downward from her buttocks. Gumball’s eyes bounced up and down between Nicole and the turd hanging out of her butt, before looking back up at her face, her mouth opening somewhat from the strain of her stretching hole around the fat log exiting her colon. “Ahh… nnngahh…”
	Gumball’s eyes were opened wide as they could be, his mouth hanging open from the sights before him. His wrist moved up and down the flesh of his blue penis at an impressive speed, turning red to match his face while it kept his erection up. Gumball’s upper teeth bit his bottom lip, his eyes beginning to squint just a bit as his hips rocked forward on instinct. Even while she continued to push through her anus with her mouth slightly open, Nicole felt herself smiling just a bit, admiring how adorable her son’s face looked when he was wrestling with another ejaculation looming within his loins. 
	With the turd halfway out, Nicole barely had to push to let the rest of it slide out of her, letting it fall into the toilet with a loud plop, a few drops of water jumping up onto the fur of her buttcheeks. With the second turd out of her, Nicole’s bowels were completely empty, and the bliss of relief washed over her, making both her pussy and her asshole flex from the exhilarating feeling. She felt another sensation along her flexing asshole though, one that indicated that her last turd had left behind somewhat of a parting gift. She could feel the creamy texture of smudge around her fleshy crater, squishing and smearing itself against the skin and some of the fur of her inner buttcheeks as it flexed and spread the mess around. Though a bit annoyed at the knowledge that it would require some extra effort to clean up, the look of amazement on her son’s face showed she could still have some fun with such a predicament. 
	“Ooh, that last one felt a little bit on the soft side,” Nicole said, turning her butt more toward Gumball, “How bad is it honey? Does mommy have a dirty, messy bottom?”
	“Haah!” Gumball moaned in response, his eyes fixed on the spectacle between his mother’s robust glutes. What had once been a small crater of pink was now caked in soft brown muck, barely half an inch thick, but just enough to hide her butthole from his view. “Oh man, I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it anymore!” 
	“That’s fine, dear,” Nicole said, her tail swaying over her behind with her messy anus still on display, “I think you picked the perfect time to release it anyhow.” 
	“Can I cum on your back, please?” Gumball squeaked out, his eyes closed and his legs shaking as he fought to hold back his imminent release for a bit longer. 
	“My back?” Nicole asked, somewhat surprised. She didn’t have a problem with having her son’s semen fly onto her fur, since it had landed on her tummy several minutes ago in his bedroom; however the idea of it flying through the air and possibly landing on the floor wasn’t something she was sure if she approved of. “Hm…”
	“Mom!” Gumball pleaded with urgency in his voice.
	“Oh! Sure, go ahead, no harm in — !”
	“Hnng — ahhh!” Gumball moaned in a high-pitched falsetto as he pointed his twitching dick toward his mother. In an instant, the shaft sprayed a thin line of translucent liquid through the air, landing on the center of his mother’s back, just a few inches above her tail to leave her bottom spotless aside from the brown layer still caking her asshole. “Haah… aah… mm…” Gumball moaned as he released his penis, and slid off the side of the tub toward the floor, leaning his head back with his long hair hanging onto the tub’s edge, a dazed smile on his face as he swam in the afterglow of his ejaculation. 
	Nicole’s heart was filled with so much joy to see her son so happy at the moment. She couldn’t begin to imagine how fulfilling this had been for him, to have held onto a secret desire for so long and unexpectedly indulge in it all at once. Looking at his tired body and his shaking penis with a bit of his jizz trailing down to his ballsack, Nicole also took some pride in the fact that she’d been responsible for bringing him to such a blissful state, feeling her pussy lips wink and hearing them squish from the liquid arousal coating them. She would have liked to experience the same release Gumball had at the moment, but she felt content enough making him happy from the performance she’d put on for him. 
Pulling her attention away from her son for the moment was the stench of the dump she’d released at last hitting her nose now that she’d settled down from so much pushing. It was the same tart and bittersweet aroma she’d released in his bed, but noticeably heavier. In the past, she’d always regarded the fumes of her droppings with disdain and repulsion, even if she assumed they couldn’t smell worse than any other woman’s. Now with the knowledge of how much her son enjoyed it, she took pride in her pungent odor, taking in small whiffs of it through her nose as if it were the scent of a specialty-scented candle. Assuming Gumball might not be conscious for much longer, Nicole decided it was time to attend to the messy state of her anus, and reached for the roll of toilet paper to the left of her. 
	“Hey mom?” Gumball asked, surprising her that he still had enough energy to speak, “Can I wipe your butt?” Nicole froze after she’d torn off a thick wad of paper, her eyes looking toward the ceiling in thought. It didn’t gross her out at all by any means, but she was surprised that her son was so fixated on his mother’s poop that he was even interested in touching it, at least with a layer of toilet paper between his paw and the squishy brown muck.
	“You sure you want to do that?” she asked, looking at him as he struggled to stand to his feet. 
	“Yeah! I mean, if that doesn’t weird you out too much.” 
	“Gummypuss, we are way past the point of weird here,” she said with a smile, “I’m just surprised that you’d want to do something like that without thinking it’s gross.”
	“No way; it’s actually part of the appeal. Good way to finish the whole thing off in my eyes.”
	“Alright, suit yourself,” she said, passing him the wad of toilet paper into his paw, “Make sure to wipe upward, dear; I don’t want any of that stuff getting near my vagina.”
	“Oh… oh yeah, got it,” Gumball replied. His look of eagerness soon turned to one of confusion as he looked down at her behind from above, then toward the paper in his grasp. 
	“I should stand up,” Nicole suggested, hoisting her derriere off of the seat and taking a few steps back. With the motion of her legs, the moisture that had collected at her pussy lips began to fall from her fur, decorating the front of the toilet seat with a pitter-patter of pale yellow drops. “Oh, wow,” she muttered as her gaze looked down into the bowl of water below her. Staring back at her were the two lengths of excrement she’d forced out of her colon and into the bowl. Though curled from sitting at the bottom of the basin, she guessed that the darker log had to be near nine inches long, the smaller and softer one somewhere between five or six. “Those were some big ones, weren’t they?”
	“Big? Those were massive!” Gumball encouraged, “Are they always that big?”
	“More or less. I don’t like to poop at work, so I end up holding it in all day and let it all out once I’m home.”
	“Why don’t you poop at work?”
	“It’s just something women don’t do, honey. There’s a certain stigma against hearing other women make those kind of noises.”
	“But it’s a bathroom, that’s what they’re for. It’s not like you’re going in there to make cookies or something.”
	“Gumball, are you going to criticize me and my adhering to social constructs, or are you going to wipe my butt like you wanted to?”
	“Oh! Yeah, that sounds better,” Gumball relented as his mother bent over, her back level with her head facing the wall and her behind pointed toward Gumball. With her tail high in the air and her cheeks spread, Gumball was given another stellar view of the layer of brown coating his mother’s anus. Nicole looked back at him over her shoulder, seeing his eyes transfixed on the dirty little hole. Looking downward, she was shocked to see that even after two ejaculations, Gumball’s dick still showed signs of life, twitching just slightly while it hung toward the ground. Despite not understanding what her son found so appealing about his mother’s unwiped bottom, it didn’t stop her from deriving a bit of pride from the fact. She decided to sway her hips and give her tush a bit of a wiggle, prompting Gumball to come back to his senses and begin the task before him. 
	Gumball’s empty left paw took a firm hold of his mother’s butt cheek, not surprising her at all when his digits flexed and groped the meaty sphere. She’d expected him to enjoy the feel of mommy’s behind; even hoping that he would in a way. After spending a few seconds appreciating the girth of her cheek, his other paw dropped down and positioned itself half an inch under her messy hole. His wrist moved upward, and the soft paper pulled along her body and against the brown coating over her anus. Nicole let out a short squeak the instant she felt her son’s digits protected by the gentle toilet paper, pushed against the sensitive flesh of her anus and began to collect the residue of her dump. Though Nicole often vouched for buying off-brand products to save her family any money they could, she made it a point to buy the top-quality toilet paper whenever they needed to restock. Even if it cost a little bit more, her butthole and pussy lips were precious to her, and she wasn’t going to let the rough texture of cheap toilet paper scratch and dry out her tender private parts. 
	“That’s a good sound, right?” Gumball asked with a hint of pride in his voice. After removing her paw from her mouth, Nicole gave him a silent nod with a feeble smile on her face. “Feel good?”
	“Oh yes, honey,” Nicole moaned in a whisper, leaning her head against her arm along the tank of the toilet, “It feels even better than I thought it would.” Gumball’s paw continued to move upward, gently scraping away the majority of the muck from her butthole, until the paper reached over her butthole and he pulled away. With the brunt of it gone, Nicole’s anus was visible once again, but with a clear brown tinge along the surface, as well as a smear of a similar color dragged upward toward the tip of her crack. 
	“Feels like there’s still a bit of work to do back there,” Nicole said with a delighted giggle in her voice, “Does mommy have a dirty bottom, honey?”
	“Oh yeah,” Gumball remarked, his length shaking as it struggled to stand, “Really, really dirty. Gonna be back here for a little while.”
	“Can I see?” she asked, her eyes moving toward the paper in his grasp. After glancing it over himself, Gumball turned his paw around, and Nicole softly gasped at the sight. A thick smear of brown covered the swatch, the texture of it grainy with a bit of slick shine near the center. With a smirk, Gumball dropped the dirty paper into the bowl and reached for the roll of toilet paper, ripping away a larger amount than before. “Gumball honey, could you go just a little bit slower this time?” Nicole asked as her tail flicked through the air in front of his face, “And just use your thumb?”
	“Whoa… yeah, sure mom,” Gumball said, before biting his bottom lip. With only his thumb wrapped around by the white tissue, Gumball pushed up against the fur under his mom’s butthole and slid it upward, pressing firm against her brown-stained orifice. Nicole felt her nether’s clench as he took his sweet time pressing his thumb upward, making sure to give a gentle tug to every centimeter of flesh on her dirty anus, digging in to pull up every brown speck clinging to her. Taking much longer than the previous wipe, Gumball finally reached the top and pulled away from her butt. Once again showing her the paper, she could see it was considerably less dirty than the previous wipe, with just a faint collection of brown streaks along the surface. 
	“I think I could use one more pass,” Nicole muttered with a frail voice, “J-just to pick up the little specks.”
	“Got you covered,” Gumball replied as he pulled off another wad, diving his paw down to Nicole’s bottom for a third time. When he reached her anus, the feline whined with glee as she felt her son’s thumb push even more firmly against the center of her anus, just enough to breach the surface without going deep at all. Nicole’s tongue hung out of her mouth and her eyes rolled up, her soaking pussy winking as his thumb flexed upward, pulling away the wet remnants of her dump from inside her butthole. After several seconds of thumbing his mother’s anus and collecting a dark brown circle onto the paper, Gumball used the cleaner parts to brush what few streaks remained within his mother’s crack, until it looked spotless from what he could see. 
	“A-all done?” Nicole asked in a slight whimper.
	“Yup! Clean as a whistle,” Gumball replied as he dropped the wad of paper into the bowl, “Looks clean enough to eat out of,” he remarked as he gave her cheeks a pat with his paws. 
	“I would advise you not to do that; not until I’ve had a chance to get some soap up in there and really clean it… but it’s nice of you to offer,” she said as Gumball shrugged. “Honey?”
	“Yes mom?”
	“You’re gonna wipe my front too, right?” she asked, spreading her legs a bit more to show off her pussy dripping onto the front of the toilet seat, “Mommy’s still all wet down here.” 
	Gumball took a moment to admire his mother’s pussy, little drops of yellow falling from her lips as they winked at him in a continuous motion. 
	“That’s not just pee that’s making it wet, is it?” Gumball asked, his mother responding with a mischievous giggle. 
	“No… no it isn’t,” she replied with a smile, her legs trembling as she watched her son gather one last pawful of toilet paper, “Just one slow, firm swipe downward from top to bottom,please.”
	Instead of grabbing onto her behind as he had done before, Gumball instead stepped closer to his mother, wrapping his left paw around her waist. Nicole purred as she felt his paw reach under her and push the paper against her groin, swiping down past her clitoris and against the soaking crease of her pussy. Keeping her voice under control, she let out a continuous moan throughout Gumball’s drawn out wipe, until he reached the top of her perineum and completed his journey, dropping the soaked paper into the bowl with the rest of its contents. 
	“One more thing, honey,” Nicole whispered.
	“Yes mom?”
	“Touch it,” she asked, her pussy flexing again and adding just a drop of wetness to what he’d just cleaned. With a warm smile on his face, Gumball dropped his head down with his chin between her ears, and his paw went back to its post, without any paper between it and his mother’s privates. “Higher,” she instructed when she felt his digits against the bottom of her crease, before they moved to the center, “Keep going,” she said, feeling his paw move above her pussy. “Too high.” Hearing a bit of a grumble behind her, Gumball lowered his paw down to the top of her privates, drawing a gasp from Nicole when he touched the swollen numb of her clitoris. “Right there!” she squeaked as her legs jolted from the sudden twinge, “Okay, okay, now, just gently rub it around in circles.”
	“Clockwise?”
	“Counter,” she corrected. In an instant, she felt her son’s digit move to the left and downward in a circle, completing each rotation in half a second before starting another. “Ahh… mm… good boy,” Nicole muttered as she closed her eyes, “Mommy’s so happy with her little Gummypuss right now.”
	“I feel like I shouldn’t be getting off to this kind of dirty talk,” Gumball said as he continued to rub his mother’s clit in slow circles, “But I also think I’m way past the point of caring.”
	“You and me both, sweetie,” Nicole giggled as she pushed her rear further against Gumball’s paw. She couldn’t believe this was happening at the moment; her son, hear dear sweet little Gumball, all grown up into a beautiful and feminine man, was vigorously rubbing his own mother’s pussy after he’d just watched her take a dump and wipe her dirty bottom clean. Nicole’s eyes ventured downward, seeing the knuckle of his paw moving in front of her pussy, along with the pile of logs she’d dropped into the toilet moments ago. Even as his paw worked her clitoris, she could still smell the fumes of her excrement lingering through the air, imagining that Gumball was taking in a similar sense of pleasure from smelling the wafts of his mother’s droppings below them. Some might call it depraved or sickening, both for the incestual aspect of it and for the kink itself — Nicole preferred to call it bliss, more joy than she’d felt in years. She’d gotten to show her son something most considered repulsive and have him react to it with lust, then receive his loving hands against her most sensitive areas as a reward. The elation of it all began to swell up inside her loins and bring her even closer to a different kind of release that she needed at the moment. 
	“Okay, start pushing it,” Nicole instructed. Gumball ceased the circular motions and instead flexed his digits against her button in a back and forth motion, “Good, good job. Little faster,” she squealed, before feeling the rate of his pushing increase, “Haaah —  faster, faster, nnngh — yes, yes, yes, aaahhhh — ohhh!” Nicole’s entire body shook as the swelling in her loins came to a summit, and her thighs locked around Gumball’s wrist to keep the wonderful sensation from leaving her too soon. As her pussy lips flexed outward, a light trickle of wetness seeped out from the center, gravity pushing it downward around her clit and onto Gumball’s paw. Nicole herself let out feeble whimpers and forced herself not to scream. “Hnng… nnnf… mmm…”
	“Holy cow, that was a big one,” Gumball said, keeping his digit frozen against Nicole’s clit, watching her nod as she continued to squeak out her satisfaction, “Was I that good?”
	“You… were… wonderful,” Nicole whispered, her eyes glazed over as her mouth hang open in joy, “Oh, goodness, we should have done this sooner.”
	“How much sooner? ‘Like when I was younger? Because, uh…”
	“Eh, semantics,” Nicole muttered, drawing a hearty chuckle from her son. 
	“Hate to kill the mood, but, can I have my paw back soon? It’s starting to get a little numb.” With a bit of a groan from his mother, she forced her thighs to part and give Gumball’s wrist room to pull back. “Haaaaah!” Gumball winced as he looked over the soaked paw, shaking it a bit to get the blood flowing back into it, “Man, you got a tight grip.” Seeing his mom still in her position with her butt in the air and her head against her arms, Gumball lifted his other paw and scratched the back of his neck. “So… what now?” he asked, poking a paw against his mother’s right butt cheek. 
	“Hm? Oh, right,” Nicole replied, pulling herself up from the toilet to give herself a full body stretch. With her right arm pointed to the ceiling and her left paw holding its tricep, the toned muscles of her naked back made themselves apparent through her short fur even while she traded the positions of her arms with one another. “Well, as good of a job as you did cleaning me up back there — thank you by the way,” she said before turning back to face him and plant a kiss on his cheek, making him smile and blush in reaction, “I still feel like I need a shower.”
	“Gotcha,” Gumball responded, “Well, guess I’ll just go back to — .”
	“I think you could use one too,” she said, grabbing him by the shoulder before he could take a step away from her, “And we’ve had a somewhat high water bill this month, so it might be a good idea for us to both use it at the same time. Anything to save some money, right?” she asked as Gumball turned back toward her, seeing her bounce her eyebrows invitingly toward him. 
	“Sounds good to me!” Gumball agreed, watching her turn around and bend over to turn the water faucet to warm and set the flow toward the shower head. Nicole stepped in behind the curtain with Gumball following behind. The warm water soaked their blue fur, making it hang down just a bit as Nicole lifted her arms to let it drench every inch of her, stepping forward and letting her son do the same. Watching his long hair flow downward from the weight of the water, she stepped forward and placed her paws on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes. 
	For a moment, she entertained the idea of her life being like this forever; just she and her beautiful son together intimately, exploring each other’s interests and letting their desires drives their actions in the most blissful way that a mother and son could. Appealing as the idea was, she knew it couldn’t be. For Gumball’s sake, she knew that he’d be better off with one particular woman other than her. 
	“Gumball honey…” Nicole began, her paw holding her son’s wrists as she forced the words out of her throat, “You know this isn’t a permanent thing, right?”
	“What?” Gumball asked with confusion, making her heart ache, “What do you mean? Why not?”
	“Because I’m your mother, sweetheart. It’s not right of me to keep you from dating anyone else just because I want you all to myself.”
	“But what if I don’t want anyone else, mom?” he asked, putting his paw to the side of her face, “What if I want you?”
	Nicole felt her eyes sting as tears formed in the corners of them thankful that the water raining down over her could hide them. He was such a good boy, and the fact that he’d spoken to her in such an adoring way made it all the more difficult for her to break the news to him. 
	“Gummypuss, that’s so sweet of you,” she said, holding his paw against her face as she savored his gentle caress, “But it just can’t happen. You know what kind of trouble we’d get into, right?” Gumball’s eyes fell from her in disappointment, knowing his mother was right. “Besides, I think you’re better off with another woman your age. And I think you know who I’m talking about.” Gumball’s disappointed face turned to frustration as his brow furrowed, his eyes looking up toward the ceiling while his mouth curled slightly. “I know why you did it, Gummy.”
	“Did what?”
	“Broke up with Penny,” she said, “You broke it off with her because you felt like you weren’t doing a good job as a boyfriend. You thought you weren’t good enough for her and that she deserved better than you. So you set her free hoping maybe she’d find someone she likes better than you.” Gumball’s eyes widened in surprise, his face drooping a bit as his mother’s words cut him deep. Her paw moved to his face to turn his head and focus his attention back on her. “I can’t tell you how wrong you are though. You might be a rambunctious little rascal, but you’ve matured so much as you’ve grown up. The fact that you put her needs before yours shows how much you care about her, and I know — just as much as she knows — how lucky she’d be to have you in her life.”
	“Wow… geez, mom,” Gumball said in a soft voice, a weak smile forming on his face, “Thanks for the vote of confidence. So, you think I should try to get back with Penny?”
“I most certainly do — but not immediately,” she said, “I say you wait for Christmas and New Years to pass. Let her enjoy the time she’s spending with her family.” Gumball smirked as he rose an eyebrow toward his mother.
“You just want me to wait so you and I can keep doing this, aren’t you?” he asked. 
“Mm… perhaps,” she said, lifting her paw toward his his petite chest and tracing it across the center, “I think you and I need to make up for the time we’ve had apart during your first semester.”
	“Oh yeah? So we’ll be doing this again?”
	“We will definitely be doing this again, honey.”
	“All of it?”
	“And more,” she added, watching Gumball’s eyes widen in surprise, “If you’re up for it. I’m going to need to learn how far this interest of yours goes.”
	“Heh… we’ll, uh, we’ll get there in time,” Gumball replied nervously.
	“I’m willing to be patient, dear. In the meantime, since we’re both here, would you mind doing mommy one more favor?”
	“Sure, what’s that?” Gumball asked. Nicole’s body moved up against his chest, her lower body poking itself against his standing erection, both of them looking downward toward it at the same time. “Oh… wow, so you’re still ready to go, aren’t you?”
	“Just because I’m not in college anymore doesn’t mean I don’t have the same stamina you do, sweetheart,” Nicole said, moving her paw down and giving his length a light stroke. 
	“I’m starting to think you might have more stamina than me, mom.”
	“Well if you’re tired, we don't have to — !” Nicole was cut off by the sudden movement from her son, turning her toward the wall and pushing her back up against it. His paws remained above her shoulders against the wall, looking down at her with a lustful grin which she returned in kind. “Well, guess that answers that question.”
	Following a cheeky smirk, Gumball leaned down and placed a kiss on his mother’s lips. She could feel herself melting into his embrace, her paws moving up to his chin as their mouths opened and engaged their dance of intertwined tongues; Nicole noticed that Gumball had remembered her instructions from his bedroom, giving her tongue enough leeway to play along with his without feeling overpowered. As her paws moved to hug the top of his slender back, the tails of the two felines rose to their adjacent legs and found contact at their knees, intertwining themselves in a loving lock within one another. With the way things were going at the moment, Nicole was thankful that their water bill wasn’t as high as she pretended it was a moment ago, for tonight and the nights that followed might add on more than they were used to paying. 
	Nicole understood the stigma surrounding what she and her son had engaged in, and would continue to engage in during his time at home before the beginning of his spring semester. Many would disgrace them as sick individuals not only for engaging in lewd acts with one’s own kin, but to derive pleasure in an act that the majority of people found repulsive to even think about. Nicole couldn’t have cared less what others thought even if they found out; with the way her heart swelled from the affection of her darling Gummypuss and the way he appreciated her sentiment in return, she didn’t see any real harm in what they were doing. With the feeling of Gumball’s feminine body pressed onto her under the shower, Nicole couldn’t have been happier to have her son back in her life for the moment — and was more than eager to see the ways mother and son would make up for lost time in the coming weeks when it was just the two of them together.