Mother and Daughter Ass Attack
by Kandor

Cathy and her pretty teenage daughter, Alison, sat in the kitchen at the counter, a huge bowl of raw veggies in front of them. They were munching broccoli and stared at me as I walked in. "Hey, health food, good choices," I said casually, kissing Cathy on the head. The 45-year-old short-haired blonde and I had been dating for a year or so. She and Alison lived alone. "We've been eating this shit all day waiting for you," Alison growled, snapping off a huge green mouthful of veggie. "Alison, please, your language," Cathy said, chastising her daughter but keeping her eyes trained on me, coldly.

"What's the problem, ladies?" I asked nervously, sniffing the air. "And what's that smell?" Alison giggled and lifted a cheek off her stool to rip a loud, crackling fart. "That's the smell," she laughed. "Like it?" My mouth hung open as the two women kept chewing and staring. I was getting a little anxious. "You hit on my daughter and you hit on my daughter's friends," Cathy said calmly, putting down her broccoli stalk and standing up, straightening her beige shorts on her slender, muscular legs. "That will not be tolerated. You and I are no longer dating, for one thing, and you must be punished for another."

I was stunned. I had hit on Alison, but I swore she was coming on to me first. I was about to explain that to Cathy, but knew there was no way on earth she'd believe a 16-year-old girl would come onto a 45-year-old man. "Hon, please, I can explain...." I stammered, walking up to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. She smiled up into my eyes and I leaned forward to kiss her. The pain that shot into my balls was instant and intense. I looked down expecting to see Cathy's slim thigh jammed into my crotch, but instead saw only Alison's grubby sneaker. She'd nailed me in the nuts from behind. She slid her foot out and I hit the floor at her mother's knees, in agony. "Nice shot, Ally," Cathy said, high-fiving her daughter. "All those years of dance and athletics paid off!" I grovelled at Cathy's feet, holding my balls as they walked around me, jabbing me with their feet, Cathy with her sandals, Alison with her sneaks. The lithe young blonde wore baggy shorts, socks and t-shirt, and she didn't smell that great. I knew she'd been at sports practices all day and as a teen, she was not fond of showering. She kicked me in the ribs to roll me to my back and then used her long legs to snake a figure-four leg lock on my legs, bending my knee at a painful angle. I howled in pain. "Get him, ma," Alison hissed. "Bury that moaning face!"

Cathy descended on me, hiking up her shorts to expose her muscular, creamy ass, an ass better than most woman half her age. I saw the tufts of hair peeking around the thin fabric of her tiny panties and then felt it tickle my eyes and nose and lips. She was absorbing my face inside her ass muff, finally settling down on my nose, pulling the panties aside and taking my nose inside her wet asshole. "Ahhhhhh...." she hissed, rocking back and forth on my face, fucking my nose in her shitter. "It's home!!" "Let 'em rip, ma!!!" Alison screamed, undoing the figure four to spread my legs and ram both her dirty sneakers up into my balls. The world erupted into a Vesuvius of sound, stench and sensation as Cathy unloaded an ungodly, long, rumbling series of farts directly into my face and up my nose. The smell was overwhelming, the sound deafening and the wetness on my face sticky-moist as she continued to lay down fart after fart, one hardly ending as another picked up steam, layering my moaning face with shit-stenched waves of butt flame. My body twitched involuntarily and my hands pawed meekly at the thick pads of warm ass meat that scissored me to the deep dampness inside.

"Holy shit, ma, that's bad, I mean REALLY bad!!" Alison laughed, pumping her feet into my numb nuts. "My turn!!" Cathy got up off my face, knowing I was too paralyzed to move. Alison jumped up and peeled off her shorts and panties, standing on thin, muscular legs, spreading wide her glistening ass flesh and standing over my face. "Look at it, asshole, look at that shitchute," she growled over her shoulder. "You're gonna get to know it well in the next 10 minutes." And for 10 minutes, little Alison perched on my face, grinding my nose inside her gritty anus, the stench from that unwashed orifice alone enough to blind a man. But add to that a constant barrage of belly thunder, as she sat calmly on my face with that big bowl of veggies on my chest, eating handfuls of cauliflower, broccoli, pepper and scallions, and it's a wonder I wasn't killed outright.

The smell from the teen vixen's hairless pooper was not of this earth, a combination of raw vegetables, shit, cheap teenage perfume, pussy cheese and sweat. It was a low, constant groan that oozed from her asshole after a few minutes of plank-splitting butt thunder, the force of that sudden expulsion of original air peeling back my eyelids and coating my corneas with blinding methane. What little air I had to breathe that wasn't totally fouled by the hissing emissions from her shitter was what I could suck in from the cheesy folds of her hairy teen twat, which she was rubbing all over my mouth in an effort to gag me with her come. And she did, repeatedly. She used my face as her personal gas bidet for 15 minutes, finally climbing off to stand over me with her mom, both of them munching the rest of the veggies in the bowl. Suddenly, Cathy's slim belly grumbled loudly and they laughed. "Hold him for me, honey," she said, dashing down the hallway. "I'll be right back." Alison slid to the floor and laced her muscular teen girl thighs around my neck for a tight scissors, folding her slender but iron-hard calves up alongside my jawbone for a crushing embrace as we both listened - me in horror, she in laughter - to her mother unloading a gruesomely loud and wet shit in the bathroom down the hall. Five minutes later, she came back, sans shorts. And smiling.

"Damn, Alison, I thought we had toilet paper!" she laughed. "We do, mom," Alison said, giggling, pointing to my red face trapped in her scissors. "Right here!" Cathy sat hard on my face, grinding her shitty shitter onto my nose, wiping her dripping bunger clean on my lips, cheeks, chin, whatever she could. The smell was worse than ever, the taste nauseating, but Alison's choking scissorlock on my throat kept me from puking. Finally, Cathy settled down for a long, hard nose fuck, bouncing her foul rectal tissue up and down on me, the ghastly stench being piledriven up my nasal passages. And if the wet grain of her shitted butt opening wasn't bad enough, she was forcing it in even deeper by a constant cadence of rippling rump bombs that were being driven right into my shit-soggy brain.
I was nearly out when they finished with me that day. I staggered to my feet to the kitchen sink and puked down the drain. They stood next to me, laughing. Alison reached over my head up into a cupboard and came down with a box. "Eat up, ma," she hissed, opening the box of prunes and passing a few to her mother. "It's early yet." I puked again before they pulled me up, washed my face off and returned me to my private hell on the kitchen floor....