As Mommys deliciously fragrant morning breath wafted over my face, I slowly opened my eyes to find her hovering over me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She gently wiped the drool from my cheek and chuckled softly before leaning down to plant a warm, affectionate kiss on my forehead.
"Good morning, baby doll," she cooed sweetly, her soft hands running through my hair. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and rich, warm pancakes filled the room, making my stomach rumble in anticipation.
"Is breakfast ready?" I asked, my mouth watering.
"Almost," she replied with a sly smile. "But first," she said, pulling back slightly, "I have something special for you."
Her tone sent shivers down my spine — there was something different about it this morning. Something intimate and almost...dirty.
She reached behind her and produced a small, shimmering object wrapped in silver foil. My heart raced as she carefully unwrapped it, revealing a gleaming golden turd sitting atop a wide silver tray.
"Barbie's morning poop," she purred, holding it up for me to see. "I couldn't wait to share it with you."
The turd glistened in the morning light, inviting and forbidden all at once. My body tingled with anticipation as I gazed at it hungrily.
"Mmmm," I moaned, licking my lips. "Can I have it, Mommy?"
She chuckled again, setting the tray on the nightstand beside me. "Of course, baby," she said, leaning in close. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"
Her lips brushed softly against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded vigorously, unable to speak past the sudden lump in my throat.
"Good girl," she murmured, straightening up once more. "Scoop it up with your tongue and let it slide into your mouth carefully. Just like you love it."
My whole body trembled as I leaned forward, reaching out with trembling fingers to grasp the gigantic golden turd. I raised it slowly, my tongue curling around it as it grew heavier in my mouth. As the warm scent of her shit filled my nostrils, my cock twitched in anticipation.
"Delicious, isn't it?" she purred, watching me hungrily. "Now let it fill your mouth, all the way to the back. That's it, baby girl. Swallow it down for me."
And so I did. I let the rich, musky flavor of her morning poop fill my mouth, swallowing it greedily as my cock twitched rhythmically against my belly. I moaned around the turd, my world reduced to the taste, smell, and feel of my mother's shit.
"That's a good girl," she cooed, stroking my hair tenderly. "Now why don't you go have your breakfast while I take care of a few things?"
I could barely stand, my legs trembling with excitement and arousal. But I managed to stumble out of bed and into the kitchen, where a plate of steaming pancakes sat waiting for me. I inhaled them greedily, my taste buds still tingling with the unmistakable flavor of her morning poop.
As I ate, my mind wandered back to the turd, wondering when I'd get to taste it again. It seemed like an eternity before Mommy finally joined me, her lips curled into a wide smile. She sat down at the table, her thighs brushing against mine.
"Here, have some more," she said, pushing a heaping spoonful of pudding towards me. It was thick and creamy, filled with chocolate chips and flecks of gold. I knew what it was even before I tasted it.
"Mommy's surprise," I murmured, my mouth watering. I scooped up a bite, letting it melt on my tongue before swallowing it down. It was the same rich, musky flavor as the turd — only sweeter, creamier. I moaned with pleasure, reaching for more.
"See?" she said, her eyes shimmering with pride. "You really are my perfect little Barbie, aren't you?"
And with that, she leaned in close, her lips parting just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her gleaming golden turd nestled at the back of her tongue. I opened my mouth, eager for more of her delicious morning poop.
