Corey sat in the closet, and removed his hand from inside his pants. He leaned back against the wall and took a heavy sigh. He realized that he had been reminiscing about the first time he watched his father masturbating for the past two minutes while he was masturbating himself. It all still felt pretty weird, considering that his parents had always advised him not to do it, despite the fact that they did it all the time. He lifted up his left leg to released a low, wet fart then he placed his hands inside the front of his pants again, placing his hands on the crotch. He moved his fingers to the underside until he felt his butt. He then poked through the flaps of his butt until he felt his anus and decided to feel around the insides with his index finger. It felt nice and warm on the inside, almost like he was putting his finger in warm water. He took it out and returned his hands to his crotch area. A sudden rush of gas could be felt inside the stomach that he wanted to release. Relaxing himself, he slowly let it out before pressing his belly so it could be released quicker. It was the loudest, wettest fart he had ever heard, so disgusting that he even felt unnerved by it. Once it was all released, he felt around his crotch once more and let out a huge belch and sighed.
Suddenly, he could hear a pitter-pattering sound coming from his room. The door opened revealing the face of Mrs. Riffin, Corey's mother. He looked down at him as he began nervously looking up at her. The light from the bedroom exposed everything that he had been doing in the dark. Mrs. Riffin just stood there, glaring at her son. A moment passed before she decided to break the silence. "I don't know what's worse," she said, "The fact that my own son is masturbating in the comfort of his closet, or the fact that his grandparents were just near his bedroom…while the door was open might I add, and heard all of my son's moaning, groaning, and obnoxious expulsion of gas while he was inside the closet?" Corey didn't respond. "Two questions," Mrs. Riffin continued, "One: Are you just about done in here, and two don't you know the rules?" Corey only responded by smiling at his mother sheepishly. His mother was flabbergasted at his response. "A smile, huh? I'll give you something to smile about!" Mrs. Riffin rubbed her stomach quickly as she walked into the closet and shut the door. She squatted; making sure her butt was in front of her son's face. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed the underside of her butt. Corey was a little frightened about what his mother was probably going to do.
All of a sudden a loud, wet fart with a pungent and disgusting smell was blown into his face. Corey clasped his hand over his nose; he couldn't handle the smell of her farts, they smelled like a dumpster filled with nothing but rotten food, moldy blue cheese, and spoiled milk! What on earth did his mother eat? Not even his farts smelled that terrible. The last person who did a fart that smelled that bad was not his friend, Kon, but his older sister Trina, who once tooted in his face as a form of revenge torture the one time he was caught reading her diary in her bedroom. Compared to his mom, not even Trina's gas smelled that terrible. He couldn't believe his own mother was enacting such a form of torture for embarrassing her like that in front of his grandparents. In between letting out a puff of gas, his mother spoke to him. "You little brat," she said before letting out a fart, "Don't you ever do that again," she let out another fart, "Do you hear me?" "Yes, please Mom, stop," Corey yelled, "I get it; I'll never do it again, just please stop!" "Good," his Mom let out one last toot before rising up, "Because that is the last time I am having my parents come over for a visit and having to leave early because of your obnoxious behavior!" She opened the door, letting in the light from the bedroom once more. She turned to him, "And get that hand of yours out of your pants! I'm tired of you, your father, and your sister acting like pigs around the house, just because you can't control your hormones! I didn't ask for a horny family; I asked for a nice respectful family. You do that junk again; you'll have to deal with this." She turned around and smacked her butt before she left the room. Corey removed his hand from the inside of his shorts used the other hand to coved his nose. He sat there for a moment before crawling out of the closet and making his way out of the stinky bedroom. He turned around and shut the door behind him before he made his way to the bathroom. He kneeled in front of the toilet and lifted up the toilet seat. He rubbed his belly as he let out two big belches, then he bent over and vomited into the toilet, while burping in between the vomiting. He felt so gross.
The End
Author's Note: Okay, once again, if none of you like this, no harm, no foul, and no hard feelings. The point of this was for me to write about something I don't like, but decided to challenge myself and write anyway, and that is "Gross Fiction", the type of fiction people write focusing on the things that are gross, whilst writing erotica. I'm glad I got that out of the way. Please comment on the story. And if you like the story, don't hesitate to favorite it at all. Thanks