It was the perfect hole. The shape, color, scent, everything about it exquisite. For 3 years, thrice weekly, I sniffed that naked hole. Twice daily through her pantaloons.

I'll never forget the day I discovered she was a femoid. It started like most days: nose deep in her butthole, where I belonged. Post-coitus, in the bathroom. The usual.

For some reason, on this day, I looked up. Past those beautiful pale cheeks, her hands were typing frantically. I narrowed my gaze, and time stood still. A grim horror I wished to never take part in, yet was unfortunately familiar with for many years.

Momcest General.