The Watterson Residence

It was not uncommon for Nicole to experience rage of late. She had multiple new outlets for it, new equipment to exercise with, training dummies for her karate, extreme housework and of course... her new job.
But those moments of frustration, of dumbfoundedness, of pure rage still found their way into her life, and here she now felt all of the above in a single sheet of paper.

"Have a good day at the factory, Mom!" Anais's voice cut through to her, ceasing the visceral image of Nicole throwing her husband over her shoulder and through a brick wall. She glanced up, spotting her denim-clad, pink-fringed daughter, giving a contrasting smile and wave to her otherwise Goth attire.

"You too, sweetie, enjoy school!" She forced a smile, so full of warmth and love, returning the wave. Only as the door shut tight did it turn feral, her eyes to slits as she snarled and screamed at the bill before her.

'$15,000 damages?! How the FUCK did he manage $15k in damages in 1 day?!' Her inner self raged, tearing to shreds the peace, routine and tranquillity she had built over this last month of freedom. She knew, of course, exactly how he managed it. It was evening news. How it was even possible to set fire to a beach was still a burning question.

She didn't even have enough to pay for it, atop her spending her newfound income on the house, the car, groceries and some new equipment. She knew, sure as the sun would set, that Richard's brand new job blowing up balloons at a carnival wouldn't be bringing home the bacon.

The bacon, they were out again as Gumball so readily reminded her not but an hour ago. Seemingly not satisfied with his bacon-free and otherwise entirely free of cost breakfast, he scooped his plate and retreated to his rent-free room once again, sealing the door. She looked aside, a laundry basket ready to be sorted, breakfast dishes ready to be cleaned, an empty fridge ready to be restocked, and now $8k of her 'own hard-earned money' paying off the damages. Not even, she was still $7k in the hole.

Crushing the paper in her paws, tearing it to shreds and hurling it into the air, she let it rain like confetti as she stormed for the stairs, thundering up them to her bedroom, shaking the house to its foundations as she slammed her door shut. She slumped upon her chair, gripping the desk tight as she wiggled the mouse side to side, trying to wake the computer to life.

'You there?' She clicked the prompt out, tapping her finger gently against the enter key, hesitant to begin this inquiry. 'It was this or jail.' she sighed, giving it and sending the message.

She sat silently for the next few minutes, twirling slowly in her chair, arms folded beneath her plump chest, occasionally glancing up to the little camera in the upper corner of her room, the 24/7 broadcaster, with a direct feed to 'him.'

'Candyboy8411 is typing...'

As soon as it peeked up from the bottom of her screen, she scooted forward, pulling at the desk, almost crushing her keyboard beneath her chest as she huffed a breath of both relief and anticipation.

'I'm always here for my big mommy slut, what's good kitten?'

She snorted, smirking, lightly shuffling in her chair as she adjusted her crotch slightly. She didn't know why, she didn't care to know why, but being called 'kitten' just did something to her... especially when used in such a context.

'I'm in trouble, and I need some money... big money.' She pursed her lips, typing once again.

'How much is big money?'

'$8,000..'

'My goodness, what trouble are you in?'

'My husband got in some trouble, legal trouble.'

'What happened?'

'He set fire to Culdy Cove, can you help?'

'Wait, that was him?!' The reply came oddly fast, faster than he usually responded. In the other room, Gumball released his meat, no longer pumping it at the live feed of his own mother, grinding her hips against a desk chair, talking to him. With two hands to type for a change, he was much faster.

'Yeah, it's not important, can you help?!'

'How do you even set fire to waves..'

'Please don't make me beg :('

'Sorry, yeah... $8k is a big ask.' Gumball smirked, it certainly was not. Barely a drop in the Ocean, wouldn't even put a dent in his last patent payment.

Nicole's heart sank, her ears flopped to either side of her head as she buried her face into a paw, taking a shakey breath before the sound of another message came through.

'Cause I only deal in multiples of 10. 10k is yours for a cost ofc.'

'Anything.' She blinked away the start of a tear as she laughed shakily, rapidly typing once more, her heart racing slightly, relief and gratitude overwhelming her, she made money without Candyboy8411 of course, but he was by and large her 'sugar daddy' for all intents and purposes. Without him, she'd only have a few hundred to her name by now.

'A meetup. 232 Alega Lane. In the backroom. You'll know what to do.'

Nicole pulled up her browser, searching for the address, it wasn't even in Elmore but the next town over. It was a gas station. She swallowed, 'Meet in the backroom.' played through her mind, along with several visions.

Nicole gagged and blindfolded, fucked mercilessly atop a filthy mattress in a hovel. Then another, Nicole on her knees, servicing 15 horny men, covered in cum as one rams a thick meaty cock down her throat, two more in her pussy and ass, two more in either hand.

She snapped herself out of the vision, glancing down, only now realising her skirt was pulled up high, her paw stuffed into her panties, furiously fingering herself. She glanced at the screen, a few unnoticed messages.

'Payment on arrival at a time of your own choosing.'

'...'

'Nicole?'

'...

'You having fun there? :D'

She shot a glance up to the camera, offering a flustered smirk as she pulled the skirt back down. This had been happening more frequently. Before all of this, she struggled to remember the last time she had an orgasm, either self induced or granted by another. Yet in this last month, since meeting her Patron. It had been non-stop, and she found her body getting hooked, beyond the temperment of her mind.

'No no, by all means, keep going.' Came the next message, a captive singular audience, enthralled by her unbidden lust

She did keep going, her middle and ring-finger resumed their journey, pumping themselves deep between the blue-furred folds of her plump pussy lips. The other typing once again.

'Let me think about it?'

'Of course.' The reply came back a little slower, Gumball was stroking his own cock once more, picturing his mother's lips wrapped tight around his thick shaft. She likely wasn't going to jump at the chance, she was desperate for the money, but Gumball knew she would be hesitant to take that 'next step' but fortunately, he had it all planned out.

Nicole knelt down. The dishes were finally clean, so she decided to pull double duty and clean her own juices from her fingers in the process, tossing her own soaked panties into the laundry basket which was now before her. She had responsibilities, she had expectations to meet, and no places to be.

Would Gumball even notice her exit for a few hours? Of course he would, nobody would be around to make his lunch.

She could tell him she was shopping, but even then he'd probably realise that she was gone for too long.

'Maybe go at night?' No, more people in the house, more people to notice her sneaking off.

She sighed, tossing a shirt into the Washer, Richard soot coated uniform, and Anais shorts. 'Those are way to short for her.' She grumbled, her little girl was growing up, she's at that age now. Nicole was just thankful it hadn't turned her into a vicious little emotional disaster, her Goth-phase only seemed to be an aestetic choice. More short shorts, denim jackets, leather hot-pants, a perfectly clean folded shirt.

'Wait.'

She pulled it back out. It was Gumball's shirt, perfectly clean already, and didn't smell like anything but detergent. 'Lazy bastard is throwing clean clothes away.' She picked up another shirt of his to check, clean also. She was about to lift her head to shout his name aloud, but he beat her to it, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mom! I got a job interview!" He bellowed.

Nicole was a gasp, she dropped the underwear in her paw, stepped to her feet and ran around the corner. "You did?!"

"Yeah! It's actually in an hour or two, Someone was desperate to hire and they just asked me to come in at 1 pm!" He exclaimed, grinning.

"That's wonderful Gummyp- wait now?!" She paused, puzzled.

"Yup!" He stood proud, arms to his hips like a superhero.

"Where?" She glanced up at the clock on the wall.

"In the next town over, a computer shop!" He continued to boast.

"Gumball it's 12:30." She stood, deadpan.

"Oh... uh." He pursed his lips, standing awkwardly, not wanting to outright -ask- for a ride, knowing too well that she was in need of a visit to the very same town.

"Just get your things and get in the car, no way in any hell imaginable am I letting you miss an -actual- interview!" She left out any mention of her own desires to travel. Like a miracle of double proportions, she could facilitate an alibi for her travel AND get Gumball on a more productive path!

The washing abandoned, keys in hand, son ushered through the door and the car started. Nicole was on a mission, and the stars had aligned to allow it. Little did she know just how close she was to the true orchestrator of this debaucherous scheme.

On the Road

Gumball paid little attention to the world whizzing past him, disregarding the intensity of the actual journey to the outskirts of Elmore, focused instead on his phone, tilted ever so slightly to avert his mother's gaze. Not that he truly expected her to glance his way in the slightest. If the last month of teasing, arousing, digitally fucking, panty hoarding of Nicole through his online alias had taught him anything. His nose was well aware, just how wet she was for this.

His screen lit up with a text, an unnamed number.

'Everything's ready.'

'We'll be there in 25.' He tapped back, stuffing his phone into his hoodie. Plonking his elbow against the frame of the door as he gazed to the sights of passing trees, and distant hills steadily growing closer as they sped along the interstate.

The ride was otherwise wordless, both felines full of anticipation, only one well aware of what was in store for them. Nicole on the other hand was glued to the wheel, she couldn't deny to herself the heat that ravashed her in the moment, but she couldn't ignore that gnawing feeling, nipping at her toes, crawling through her legs.

'Can I really do this?' Her mind turned to Richard, wherever he may be. To dance in front of a Camera is one thing, but to get physical with another person? That is a line in the sand. Not one that she even knew she could cross...

'Mayb-'

"Pull up here!" Gumball called out, pointing to a street corner.

Nicole slammed on the breaks, far to hard for either of them to prepare for. Thankfully Nicole the responsible one always taught her family... even her husband, the responsibility of seatbelt safety.

"WOAH!" Gumball lurched forward, chest clutching to the seatbelt that grasped against him, saving his face from the miserable fate of French-kissing a windscreen, and slamming him back against the car seat.

Nicole huffed a breath, still clutching the wheel, indenting her own palm prints into the leather frame, deforming it slightly as she swallowed.

"You're... working here?" She stammered ever so slightly, staring up at the street sign. 'Alega Lane'.

"31 Alega Lane to be exact." Gumball coughed, raising a finger as if to make a correction. "Why, do you know this place?"

"No!" Nicole responded far too quickly. If Gumball did not know just why she seemed so on edge, he would no doubt have been asking questions. Instead, he just let it be. Smiling, he clicked his seatbelt free, stepping for the door.

"Pick me up in an hour!" He called back to her, slamming the door shut before she could even utter the first word of a debate and left her behind as he stepped into the store.

"Global Processor" Nicole muttered out loud, looking over the store's sign. In the window were various electronics, computers, cameras, components and other various gadgets. Several signs advertising product brands. 'RLF Micro' and 'GBL Entertainment'. That last one furrowed her brow ever so slightly. It seemed familiar.

She glanced down the road ahead of her, and in the distance she saw it. A Gas Station near the end of the road, she swallowed, again she felt that familiar tingling in her toes, combating the tingling in her panties as she slowly pressed against the Accelerator, crawling down the street. Every passing store, every passing car, growing closer and closer to 232 Alega Lane.

Her Dashboard blipped at her, severing her hypnotic stare as she investigated the disturbance. Low fuel.

The universe was trying to tell her something. She flicked her indicator, pulled into the station and parked up alongside a pump, shutting her engine off. She didn't move for nearly ten whole minutes. She held her phone in her paw, staring at the chat window.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, wanting to type, but that little voice on her shoulder was fighting her, whispering to her soul.

'You're betraying him.'

Conversely, another whispered to her heart.

'If you don't, who knows what you might lose...'

Fear gripped her again, it wasn't some bill they could skip out on, it was a court-ordered fine. To pay it off incurred no charges, to fail might land Richard in prison, and respoession of their property.

'Is this what you've become? A whore, fucking strangers for cash? Wait, no what the fuck, why did that make you hornier?!' Chimed the little angel

'Strangers might actually make her cum.' Chortled the little demon

She let out a soft purr, biting her mouth around the rim of the steering wheel, her legs crossed as she felt the heat stab at her loins once more. Her tail swayed franticly as she closed her eyes.

'Hey, the toys are fine, right? Your patron made you cum every time with them! He knows exactly how to press your buttons, that must satisfy right?' The little Angel pleaded

'Imagine what his cock smells like...'

Nicole sent the message without a second's extra hesitation.

'I'm there...' And away it sent

She threw the phone aside to the passenger seat, as she unbuckled herself from the car, stepped through the door and took a breath of fresh, gasoline-tained air, knocking her right back into the car as she felt dizzy. She had been huffing her own juices, hotboxed inside her own car after all.

*PING*

Her phone rang out, and she turned, scooping it up and prying open the text.

'Wait in the stall for me.'

With a final look into her rearview mirror, she glanced herself over. Fur neat and prim, whiskers shining, shirt neatly ironed. And with a deep breath, she made the climb from the car once again, rising to her paws and locking the door behind her. Stepping towards the Kiosk.

With an electronic beep, she stepped through the door. She spotted two other customers browsing the aisles to her right, behind the counter stood a teenage Kangaroo. He barely even glanced up at her as she passed by the counter, hesitantly glancing around herself for where the door may just be.

In the far corner of the shop, she saw a sign for the restrooms, slowly making her way, aisle by aisle. Stopping on occasion, she lifted a random item from the shelves, mocking an inspection of the product as her eyes darted around her, worried that 'someone might be watching her, someone would see her enter the bathroom, and know exactly the kind of slut she was!'

She was overthinking it. Though it didn't take much longer before she found herself next to the door, a single-door, unisex. And steadily she backed up through it, ass first as she kept a careful eye on any who would see her enter, yet not a single head glanced her way.

The room was filthy, with two mirrors to her left, each with a sink. One mirror was cracked, the other labelled top to bottom with various phone numbers and names, like 'Crystal' and 'Amber' plus some less subtle messages like 'Call for a fuck $50'.

She smelled the stalls before she saw them, backing into the room. Three in total, each reeking of industrial bleach, failing to hide the taste of piss in the air. Unisex as it might have been, it did very little to avoid being a men's room. The quiet buzz of fluorescent lights overhead masked out the sounds beyond the door behind her now, the distant rumbling of cars and the quiet music of the store now imperceptible beneath the electronic hum overhead.

Each stall was open and empty. Peeking through their doors, she saw the middle stall had two holes carved into its walls, only slightly smaller than her fist, and each lined with a rubber seal. She stepped into the leftmost stall, only having a single hole carved into its left wall. She didn't need to be a genius to figure out just what it was going to be used for.

She glanced up to the door, slowly closing it over as she sat back on the toilet. The doors to the stalls seemed like a mix of wood and steel frames. What caught her eye though, was the lock, it looked rather clean. It didn't seem to have a knob to turn or a lever to slide, but a button.

As soon as her door closed tight, the lock automatically engaged, electronically. Panic set in for a brief moment as she stood up, pressing on the lock to no avail, it wouldn't open up again. She looked up and down, and she saw small slivers between the ceiling and floor, enough to fit a foot under, but nowhere near enough space to crawl out from.

She spun, alert that she was now trapped. But not for long, lock or not she was gonna put her foot through the door in a matter of seconds.

*PING*

As she raised her leg, knee bent, ready to shatter the stall, her phone lit up in her paw.

'$5,000 has been deposited into your account.'

As she mouthed the words in silence, beyond the door she heard the creek of another door, followed by gentle footfalls as without word, someone stepped around outside. Nicole knelt to try and peek under the stall, but she couldn't make anything out in the dim light of the flickering bulbs. Dark boots.

She rose to her knees, poking her eye into the glory hole of her stall, trying to catch a glimpse of this stranger. Was this her Patron or an entirely unrelated customer, she didn't want to call out for fear of making such a mistake. The door of the neighbouring stall however was blocking her view, she tried to smell him instead, but her nostrils flared, suffering under the burning stench of piss and disinfectant in the air.

She slumped back, defeated, in silence as she simply listened to what this stranger did. They entered the stall next to her, closed their door with a slow creek, and the metallic zip of pants being shed. She gasped audibly, as a large, thick, red cock and dark blue balls were fed through, half erect and dangling before her.

Her phone lit up again.

'You'll get the next 5,000 if you make me cum ;).'

It -was- him. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a breath escaped from her lips as she stared at the thick, twitching meat mace before her, it barely managed to fit itself through the hole, and yet it managed. It looked just like her various dildos even flaccid.

"D-... did you model the toys, after yourself?" She asked out loud, shuffling closer to the intruding package, pressing her paws against the stall as she leaned down slowly, her face hovering mere inches from it.

'How kind of you to notice :).' Her phone lit up once more. Clearly whoever her patron was, still enjoyed his anonymity to a degree, even here he refused to speak, forget a voice call.

She leaned slightly closer, breathing heavily, tasting the sweat, the heat of his balls rising into her eyes, before she finally planted her nose against it, pushing her face beneath his cock, as its slimy, wet skin rubbed over her fur, matting it slightly as her mouth pressed tight against his fuzzy scrote, and she inhaled sharply

Her mind went blank as the scent of this man filled her, his balls were sweaty, matted by the grease of his cock, it had been some time since last he had properly showered, almost like purposeful anticipation of this moment. It blinded her, deafened her, all she could sense was the flavour, the raw scent of this breeding rod resting atop her face as his balls swelled against her lips, and his cock throbbed on top of her face, now steadily drizzling out a dripping stream of precum onto her head.

Gumball bit his lip, tight. Enough to draw blood as he stared at his phone. Above the small bar of text, was a muted live stream. A Camera in the stall, mounted to the lock. There was one in each stall, but the only active one, the one he saw now, showed his mother, smothering her face against his dick through a Gloryhole. The sight was beautiful, and arousing, more than he intended, as he felt her lips kissing his Gumballs through the hole below him, his cock rose to full mast in a manner of seconds.

Nicole lifted a paw to grasp around the head of the erect rocket atop her, squeezing softly as she flexed her fingers along the shaft, massaging it as her thumb pressed down against the tip, slowly rolling it in circles, tickling it as she parted her lips, wrapping them around one of the huge blue balls before her, letting it fill her cheeks as her tongue lathered, it. Raking her barbs through the fur, swallowing back whatever fluid dared to drip down her throat. Now gently pumping her son's cock, unbeknownst to her.

Gumball failed to keep his sounds in check as he sighed through the roof of the stall, fortunately not distinguishable enough to give Nicole any hint of his true voice. The bleach he had the cashier freshly apply to the stall, did wonders as well to obfuscate his scent from her. All she would have of him is the stink of his balls, the salt of his cum and the caviar of his filth.
As she suckled on his testicles, enjoying the mixed sensation of a milf, sucking down his breeders, he managed to steady himself enough, leaning against the stall's wall to send another text.

'What a fucking slut you are, sucking off a stranger in a bathroom... let me feel that throat.'

Her eye opened, the other still obscured by the growing cat meat still plonked atop it, she saw her stall light up, another text. She finished gargling on his other testicle, letting it tear free from her lips with a loud POP as she turned down for the phone, lifting it in her free paw to read the message. She giggled, and without a word of response, she sat up straight, face to face with the erect, dagger-like tip of the penis in her paw.

Sliding her hand to the base of the shaft, grasping around his balls, she fell forward onto his spear, and let it ram itself past her lips, along her rough, slimy tongue, puffing out her slick cheeks and ringing the victory bell of a wet, choking gag as it pierced down her throat in a single, swift motion. Nicole went wide-eyed, cheeks puffed and her throat bulging, surprising even herself with just how far she could take it in one go.

Richard had barely lasted beyond getting his erection in Nicole's paw, she hadn't been able to suck a 'real' cock in nearly 24 years. Now she was blessed not just with a fresh, thick elephant trunk to stretch herself on, but one that smelled utterly divine. All the right amount of disgusting to tingle the crotch-heating sensations of degradation, and all the right flavours to rumble her belly for more. When Richard came to her mind, just as the tip of her Patron's cock kissed the back of her throat, she felt no guilt, nor shame in this moment, but an even sicker sense of pleasure. A reflection of just how much shit she has put up with over the years, and this was her reward, she deserved this, and fuck she was going to enjoy every second she could. No housework. No disasters. No bitchy neighbours. Just her, and a thick fucking cock, all for her.

Gumball clenched his phone tight as his other paw shot out against the door of the bathroom stall, slamming into it hard as he steadied himself against the Gloryhole. Felt his mother guzzle his meat down finally, feeling her throat close around him as her writhing, wriggling tongue massaged, teased and pleasured his shaft, his balls, every part of him was abuzz with electric tingles. Mom was good at his, way better than Penny could ever hope to be. Where she limp-wristed it, gave it a kiss and called it a night. Here was mom, deepthroating him on her first try. A grade-A, cock starved whore, with decades of experience, and pent-up lust, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, the sound of her gagging seeping through the walls of the stall and into his ears like music.

There came a soft rip followed by a few chittering clicks of beads hitting the tiles beneath them. Gumball saw a button roll under the stall beside his feet, a quick glance at the stream showed Nicole had ripped her shirt open. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head ever so steadily, her bouncing, blue breasts bouncing like jelly in the free air as she gripped and groped at them, squeezing tight upon her stiff nipples and tugging harshly at them, causing her to groan and purr, vibrating her lips, tongue and throat around his cock as her head kept bobbing, even a dull thud of the wall began to fill the air as Nicole without care kept slamming her maw into the rubber ring of the Gloryhole, growing mindless in her worship of her sugar-daddies bitch-breaker.

'10,000 dollars well spent' was the last thought to pass Gumball's mind at the moment as he dropped his phone, reaching his paw up to grasp tight around the wall of the stall, his other paw clasping firmly against his lips, digging his claws into his cheeks slightly to avert his moan as he felt the pounding throbs of his cock and balls overcome him. Spilling his seed in several heavy spurts, feeling them gush out from his tip and splash messily against the back of his Mom's throat, her lips sealed tight around him like a vice as her tongue snakes and tickles itself against his spraying tip, noisily gulping down the wild spray of cum deep into her belly at her own volition as she held firm, refusing to part her lips at any moment from the spasming meat, simply drinking down the filthy yellow-white crud as it graced her. After a few moments it ceased, and she felt bloated as she fell backwards, thumping onto her ass, huffing quietly before feeling something rise through her throat.

"BRRAAAPP." Nicole lifted her paws to her mouth, covering it as a heavy flush came over her cheeks, the belch loud enough to vibrate her entire body as well as the walls of the stall she leaned back against. Shuffling slightly to rise to her feet, she felt something squelch under her. It was her skirt, it was soaked as she sent a paw to explore. Her panties were ruined, her cunt drenched like a swamp, the heat it radiated, the itch within it unbearable. She saw the shadow of her Patron through the hole, still in the other stall, his cock pulled back through, likely recovering himself.

Gumball huffed quietly, staring down at the floor as he stared at his twitching, glistening cock, drooling with several strands of cum that ran from the edges of the Gloryhole. He could hear faint whines on the other side, shuffling clothes, and then something blue caught his gaze.

Two feet, sliding under the stall, little pink toe-beans pointed up to the air. His mother's feet. The angle confused him however, she would be facing away from the hole like this. There was no way she could get past her ankle with such a small gap. His phone was face down, no sight of the stream to make sense of it.

Then he saw it. The faint light of the Gloryhole faded, replaced by something covering it. Two plump, glistening, fuzzy blue lips, and a thin, strand of drooling, pink skin. As it pressed back against the hole, the puffy pussy slightly pushing through the hole, but otherwise trapped to the other stall, a loud, needy feral mewl rose through the air.

Gumball knelt down, scooping up his phone, apart from a crack that lined the screen now, he saw the image of Mom, on her hands and knees, pressing her ass back against the wall, tail swaying up in the air above her as her hips bounce, thumping lightly against the wall behind her as her ass enveloped the cock-passage, her feet sticking beneath the stall as she yowled wordlessly into the air. Her heat, her arousal, and desperation aresolized. She wanted more.

'You don't have to. I'll send you the other $5,000.' Came a text, lighting up Nicole's screen. She glimpsed it only briefly before slamming her hips back against the stall with much more force, mewling louder, almost growling. She didn't give a fuck about the money, she NEEDED a good fuck.

Gumball huffed, the smell so familiar to him, that he had buried his nose in enough of her panties to smell such desperation. Kneeling down without a word, he pushed his face forward into the hole, burrowing his muzzle into the raw lips of his mother's snatch, huffing deeply as he gave her a firm, forceful lick along the full length of her slit. Enticing another mewl from the raunchy feline adjacent to his stall. She was desperate, just where he wanted her to stay.

Nicole bared her fangs, growling as she tilted her head forward at the phone lighting up once again. Though it wasn't her Patron delaying. It was Gumball.

'Mom? Where are you?' The notification read. She snarled, hammering her hips back against the wall of the stall, trying to encourage her patron to hurry up.

'Busy just now honey, I'll be there in a while.' She haphazardly typed with one hand, the other supporting her nude weight as her breasts hovered just above the phone.

'How long?' Came the message back, frustrating her further. He should be able to get himself around by knowing the lazy little cat!

She leant forward, leaving the comfort of the hole, her ass peeling from the stall wall as it bounced lightly upon her hips, still idly bouncing up and down in her desperation still ravaging her.
'Soon! Can't text and drive!'

Hopefully, that would stop his texts for a while, she huffed, slamming her hips back once more, moaning aloud. "Hurry up, my son is waiting for meeee... fill me up, Daddy!" She whined aloud, banging her hips, over, and over and over.

Silence.

She slammed harder, and harder, getting more and more frustrated, growling replacing purring, burrowing her head into her arms as she almost lay on the floor, ass high in the air.

Silence.

Finally, she lifted her head, turning to yell at the wall behind her. Only then did she notice. The stall behind her was cracked, her ass had nearly snapped the wall in two. Her lock was broken open, the door ajar, and within it a wide-eyed teen Kangaroo, the very same one behind the counter out in the Kiosk was staring at her.

She looked at his feet, entirely wide-eyed and mouth agape. No boots, no shoes of any kind, it seems he walked on his bare feet. He wasn't her Patron.

She screamed, quickly climbing to her feet as she closed her shirt over. Only a few buttons survived and they did a poor job at closing her shirt properly, leaving a huge window of blue fuzzy tit-flesh exposed to the world. She pulled her skirt down and searched around her for her panties. They were upon her ankles, but now they're gone entirely.

"You ok miss?" The Kangaroo posed the question, slowly lifting a hand to awkwardly lean against the stall, blocking her exit. "Maybe I can uh... be of assistance?" He squinted, pursing his lips, doing his best, to pull what he probably considered to be 'charm' out of his ass. "Sit back down and I'll uh... take care of you."

Nicole stared at him, a slight wrinkle to her nose as she leaned out of the stall, glancing left to spot that her neighbouring stall was empty, devoid of anyone saved for a small puddle of cum on the floor. Without word she made for the exit, only to find herself blocked by the outstretched arm.

"Hey, hold on, best you stay put if you don't want me telling anyone what I s-" The Kangaroo began to threaten, thinking he was about to get some easy pussy from a desperate, flustered milf, trapped in a bathroom.

He woke up 22 minutes later, a broken hand, dislocated shoulder, some teeth missing, and the other two stalls entirely destroyed, with strange holes smashed through them, oddly the same shape as his head.

With her hands now blood-free, freshly washed in the bathroom sink, she left behind the unconscious Kangaroo and shakily stepped from the bathroom. Discretely slipping through the kiosk to the counter, pre-paying herself some fuel with her phone, and bidding the other kiosk worker a brief smile and fled promptly after, pumping her fuel.

She found herself in a trance, watching the nozzle slot itself into her fuel tank. Gushing litres upon litres, gallons of fuel into the tight... wet... needy hole. Slowly her eyes fell shut and she let out a gentle sigh, feeling that tingle again, pursuing her all day.

*HONK*

Her eyes shot open, ripped from a short-lived sensation. The car behind her had a very concerned woman behind the wheel, staring at her with a wince. Nicole looked down, she was grinding against the hose, her skirt hoisted up in her hand as she fucked the rubber tube of the pump. Without word she lifted the hose, slotting it away, daring not to make eye contact with the driver behind them as she got into her car, started the engine and drove.

Fast.

Gumball sat himself on a bench outside the computer store, adjusting his jeans slightly as he tapped upon his phone. Rewatching the stream over and over again, part of him hit himself, he had the chance then and there to fuck her. But he knew his mother. The more desperate she was, the more vile an act he could make her perform on camera. More fantasies were at his doorstep, with the reward of a good dicking now in Nicole's sights.

He glanced up as she pulled up, spotting her attire through the window. He fought off the urge to grin and instead plastered himself with a face of concern. Climbing into the car, seatbelt on, and without a word, they sped off, Nicole like a bat out of hell trying to put as much distance between herself and that Gas station.

"Mom... what's with your shirt?" Gumball pondered, glancing at her with a perfect mix of mock shame and unintentional desire.

Nicole flattened her ears slightly, a flush hue of red overcoming her furred cheeks. She ignored the question entirely, continuing to drive.

"And why do you smell like that?" He leaned in, teasing her as he let out a few, overly emphasised sniffs of her person.

Nicole whimpered faintly, She knew just what he meant, she could smell it too, rising from beneath her skirt. She was like a waterfall, no matter how much paper she used back in the bathroom, it wouldn't stop. She tried to get herself off after washing her hands of Kangaroo blood, to no avail. She couldn't get the right depth, or the girth she needed.

She was going to ruin the upholstery.

"I slipped in a dirty puddle, and tore my shirt, that's why I was late Gummypuss." She improvised. He wouldn't know what a dirty puddle smells like, and it'll explain any... wetness.

Gumball hummed quietly, averting his gaze and grinning, looking out the window.

"How did the interview go?" She asked, trying to change the topic.

"I didn't get the job, oh well."

Nicole crushed two new groves of her paws into the steering wheel on the ride home. Two Watterson cats returning home fruitless.

The Watterson Residence

They pulled into the driveway, the sun halfway along its setting trajectory, and a few house lights were already on. Richard and Anais were already home.

Nicole sighed, shutting the engine off. Gumball was already out of the car, and into the house as she sat in tense silence. Slowly reaching a paw between her legs, tapping against the leather seats, a slick, damp patch soaked the chair.

Thankfully nobody else in the family could drive, yet. She could get these replaced before then. She climbed out of the car, locking it behind her and stepping into the Watterson residence. Richard was on the sofa, watching TV, Gumball had clearly run upstairs as she saw him shut his door. Anais was 'at a sleepover' according to Richard.

"Glad to be consulted on it." She sighed, glancing to the kitchen, the laundry was still in the middle of the floor. A plethora of new dishes ready to be cleaned, what progress she had made, already erased.

She felt the guilt tickle at her toes once again, leaning down to kiss the top of Richard's head before heading back to continue her washing again. Her crotch burned even still as she squatted down, thankfully tiles would be easier to clean than leather seats. She spotted Gumball's clean clothes again, reminded exactly what began this entire diversion. Too late now to scold him, she'll tell him tomorrow.

Lifting his shirt to her nose she sniffed.

'Clean' She sniffed another

'Clean' She picked up another shirt

'Eugh' Clearly dirty, tossed it into the washer, then she grabbed a pair of his boxers, and lifted them to give a sniff.

Her feet gave out beneath her, ass thumping against the tiles with a wet PLAP. Richard barely noticed, laughing a little too loudly at the Television.
Stars sparkled in Nicole's eyes, her nose burning, eyes watery, throat parched and cunt gushing again. Her brain was-addled as she was overcome by him.

'His scent.'

'His taste.'

Her tongue ran along the crotch of her son's underwear as she huffed, half-lidded eyes closing the world from her before it finally clicked.

She leaned back, drool still connecting her tongue and Gumball's underwear.

With horror she swallowed, slowly glancing to the stairs, up, up and up, to the closed door of her son... the same scent, and taste as her Patron.

"Oh god.." Nicole whispered.