Inga was 41 years old and worked as a bookkeeper with an insurance firm. At five foot eleven, auburn hair, and a figure which could compare to that of Cher, she'd pass for a woman of of 30 with her firm bustline, washboard stomach, long legs, and an ass to die for. She blamed her wide hips and rotund buttocks on her grandmother, though this was the feature most coveted by all the guys both young and old. Inga ran two miles a day and attended an aerobics class three times a week and trained with weights twice a week, and held a black belt in tae kwon do.

Joshua was her only son and at age 18 he had been allured by his mother's figure since reaching puberty at 14. Josh liked to sneak a sniff at his mother's panties, as he loved the aroma of Inga's ass in her underwear after she'd been perspiring heavily; he was seldom disappointed due to his mother's hectic schedule.

Inga was a part time bulimic and induced herself to vomit occasionally to keep her figure optimal, and she also derived sexual satisfaction from vomiting but kept this hidden from everyone, doing it only in private when there was no chance of getting caught in the act. She was an emetophiliac. When she was simply sick she felt too awful to get any pleasure from vomiting, although within the next few days when she felt better she would get erotic feelings while reliving the events in her mind as she pleasured herself with her vibrating dildo.

Unbeknownst to his mother, Josh was also an emetophiliac who fantasized about women puking and often masturbated himself to ejaculation while stroking his eight inch cock as he replayed times when he'd seen his mother vomit. Inga hadn't vomited in his presense since he was twelve years old but Josh could remember every last detail about it; the way his mother's vomit smelled, the sounds she made, and the small green chunks that had splattered in an overlooked location of the toilet in the bathroom, and which were still there if one would only look carefully on the wall behind the toilet with a flashlight. Sometimes he'd cop a pair of her well-worn panties from the hamper and inhale deeply her sweaty goodness as he stroked himself to ecstasy.

He always felt guilty about getting off on his mother, and so tried to focus his attention to girls from school, ect. Sometimes he'd picture in his mind these girls throwing up and that would be enough to get him off. Rarely would the thoughts of conventional intercourse be enough to satisfy him, but the vomit imagery was the more sure fire way to achieve satisfaction. When he wasn't particularly horny even this wasn't enough, so during these times he would imagine what it would be like to have his cock up his mother's ass, pumping her furiously as she puked, hearing her gag and retch, seeing the hot, bitter-sour bile gush out of her mouth and smelling it as it splattered, touching it, even tasting it's sour bitterness. The thought of it was always more than enough to get Josh off.

One day Inga came home from work early during a bout of upset stomach which made her nauseous. She put the bathroom wastebasket beside her bed in case she had to puke and took a nap. When Josh came home from school he found it out of the ordinary for his mother to be home so early when he spied her car in the driveway. Inside the house he found her in bed. Strange he thought. As he took a leak he noticed the bathroom waste basket was missing and soon found it beside his mother's bed. Upon putting these clues together his cock soon inflated to it's full throbbing length against his jeans. He darted back to the bathroom and fished out her freshly worn panties from the hamper, still damp with Inga's perspiration and reeking of pussy, urine, and ass, and sniffed them greedily as he lubricated his manhood with petroleum jelly and stroked himelf to ejaculation. When his nut-snot had been depleted and his cock soft, he went to his room to do his homework.

It was seven-thirty in the evening when he was done and Inga still had not left the bedroom, so he decided to investigate. In his mother's bedroom he found her lying uncovered and face down in the bed, her ass cheeks splayed wide open and naked except for her bra. In the room he detected a strong pungent odor, like a strong cheese, and realized she must have vomited in the wastebasket. In the dark room he fumbled for the wastebasket which he grabbed and took to his room.

On top of the used toilet tissues was his mother's vomit, brownish liquid with bits and pieces of her semi digested lunch. There was a lot of it and the liquid sloshed in the receptacle. Incredible! His cock snapped to attention and he left this treasure just long enough to retrieve his mother's panties once again from the hamper, and sniffed their sweaty goodness as he examined Inga's partially digested lunch amongst the jumble of wadded tissues. After stripping down naked he took out the most heavily soiled piece of tissue to see if he could determine the contents. Turned on by the sexy stench of female bile, he picked out each chunk one by one and laid them carefully on a sheet of notebook paper. He sorted them by color, and examined them with a magnifying glass as he lubricated his cock for a second session.

In his haste he'd not locked the door. In burst Inga, shocked at the sight of her naked son, cock in hand, playing with her vomit. "JOSHUA, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!!!" said Inga.

Josh sat there motionless. "I AM STUNNED. GO WASH YOUR HANDS THOROUGHLY AND I MEAN THOROUGHLY AND GET YOUR CLOTHES ON AND COME TO THE LIVING ROOM. WE HAVE TO HAVE A TALK".

In the living room Inga was more calm and asked Josh for an explanation. Josh was speechless and just sat there silently staring into his lap.

"If you masturbate I can understand that. If you like to sniff my panties that's also understandable, but why on earth were you digging in the bathroom wastebasket? I threw up in it you know; that's why I put it beside my bed. There are germs in there. Do you have some kind of fetish for used toilet paper? I want an explanation, son."

"Gee mom, I don't know exactly how to tell you this, but, I, uh, I think you're really attractive, and uh, well, your panties are, uh, well, you know ".

Inga said "Lots of boys are attracted to their mother's underwear. I'm not surprised. What I want to know is what interest do you have with the wastebasket? I wasn't feeling well today and I vomited in it a couple of times, did you know that? Couldn't you smell it? Joshua, people just don't.......You know better...........".

Josh said "Well, mom, it's just that......I don't know how to say this, but, you know why I like your panties? Well, your barf kind of makes me feel the same way but only more intensely".

Inga blushed at her son's honesty, perhaps because it also touched the part of her that was also turned on by puking. Inga said "Okay then. Get ready for bed. We'll talk more about this tomorrow".

"Goodnight mom" said Josh.

Not a word was spoken the next morning. Josh waited for his mother to come home. It was a Friday evening, so when Inga came home she announced "Josh, how about let's go out for dinner tonight. Anywhere you want, you name it. I'm sorry if I treated you a little harshly last night and I've been thinking about this whole thing all day. Name a place, any place. I could use a few good stiff drinks, and I'll need you to DD for me. Whaddya say?"

"Sounds great mom. No place in particular. How about Angelito's? They serve drinks and food there so it'll be like one stop shopping" said Josh.

"And they have great food, too. added Inga.

"Okay. It's settled then. Let me go change and we'll be on our way. We can have our little talk tonight" said Inga.

In the restaurant Inga ordered a double straight bourbon on the rocks as they waited for their dinner. "Son, tell me, how long have you been having these feelings about my puke? I mean, is it just me, or women and girls in general?"

"Well, not just you mom, I think about girls barfing all the time, but when I think of you, it seems the most intense."

"Well son, I admire your honesty. I need to level with you. You're becoming an adult now so I think you're old enough that I let you in on a little secret. I'm emetophiliac. Emeto means vomit, and that means I experience sexual satisfaction when I vomit. Sometimes I make myself vomit when I eat too much, and that gets me off as you kids would say. I'm not bulimic like some of those models because I only do it occasionally, so don't worry. When I throw up when I'm sick, however, yesterday for instance, I don't get any pleasure from that, but later in retrospect when I replay the events, I feel sexy. I'm sorry for being so hard on you last night. I guess it's just that things happened that I wasn't prepared to deal with, and I felt ashamed of my own feelings and I took it out on you."

"But tell me, what is it about my vomit that turns you on? Is it the appearance, the smell, the ......"

"The smell, mom" said Josh. "The pukier it smells, the sexier it is. I don't know why".

Inga blushed and smiled. "When I threw up yesterday I'd eaten a meatball sub with provalone cheese. It must have smelled pretty awful; did you like it?"

Josh replied "Yeah. It didn't smell like any of that, though. It had a smell all it's own. I couldn't even tell what you ate by looking at the chunks. I would have to say that the smell of the stomach bile is what turns me on. I never thought much about it until now. One time this girl threw up in class in the next seat, but it didn't smell like vomit, it smelled like apple juice, and it didn't turn me on. Then another time this other girl threw up in the hallway and I got a good whiff of it. It was orange color and it smelled kind of like sour milk."

"Like maybe parmesean cheese?" asked Inga.

"Yeah. Kinda like that. It turned me on." said Josh.

Nonchalantly, Inga used a lot of grated parmesean cheese on her lasagna. The two ate their dinner with hardly a word.

After a rum and coke, Inga said to Josh, "It's still early. Wanna go rent some videos?".

Josh wasn't too interested, so Inga made the choices in movies. She selected Creepers, Witches of Eastwick, and Thelma and Louise, all of which contain graphic female vomiting scenes. On the way home Inga said "Pull into that drugstore, I need to pick up something."

Josh waited in the car for his mother to come out. At home the two further discussed the subject of vomit, and as Inga fast-forwarded to the puke scenes, she shared some memories of the times she'd puked. She was in a playful mood due to the alcohol in her system. When she noticed the rise in her son's Levis, she decided the time was right, and made her move. "Have you ever made love to a girl, son?"

"Yeah. Nothing serious, just foolin' around, you know. Why?" ansered Josh.

"If an attractive woman were to puke right here, right now, would you be ready to take her?" said Inga.

"I suppose." said Josh.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" asked Inga as she wiggled her ass and posed in various positions in front of her son. Inga pulled a small brown bottle out of her purse and downed a big gulp, then shot a big grin toward her son. "I just took some ipecac syrup. I'm going to puke my dinner in about an hour!".

Josh was overwhelmed with shock, disbelief, and a feeling of the unknown, and also pleasurable anticipation. This was too much, his mother seducing him! Inga drew all of the drapes closed and double checked to make sure all the doors were locked before stripping down to her undies and letting her hair down. "Take off your clothes son. Lube up your cock with this KY jelly, vaseline's a bitch to wash out of my pussy".

Josh was shocked by his mother's long hidden lustful side, though he was not a bit put off by it. He got naked and did as he was told. Inga brought the wastebasket from the bathroom and put it down beside the sofa as she sat in her son's lap.

"I don't want to have sex with you mom, it's just not right".

"Okay then, we don't have to go that far. Why don't we compromise then. I've already taken the ipecac so it's too late to turn back, so you can just pleasure yourself while you watch me puke. You don't mind if I sit in your lap, do you?"

"Not at all, mom. That would be great".

After roughly an hour had passed, Inga felt her mouth get watery from nausea and she leaned forward to spit in the wastebasket. She did this several times and soon her stomach began to pulsate. "Will you spit in my mouth, mom?" asked Josh.

"Oh, I don't know if that's a good idea honey, I'm afraid I might accidentally puke in your mouth."

"That'd be even better, mom!" said Josh. "Okay sweetie, but let's do it in the bathroom so it'll be easier to clean up if it spills".

Off they went to the bathroom. Each time Inga needed to spit she transferred the metallic tasting saliva to her son's eagerly awaiting mouth. When the first wave of actual vomit manifested she quickly turned towards the toilet and let fly with three heaves of foul smelling puke. Some of it splattered the rim and ricocheted to the nearby wall and sink counter. Josh was horny as could be as he saw this and smelled it.

"Fuck me, son, fuck me now, dammit! I need it inside me. Just do it!" ordered Inga.

Josh entered his mother standing face to face as his lust won out over his better judgement. "Puke in my mouth mom!!!!" cried Josh.

Inga locked lips in a passionate kiss with Josh as she awaited the next wave of nausea. Josh felt his mother's stomach contract twice, and on the third gigantic one she burped and his mouth filled with her hot, bitter, stomach contents. He swallowed, and in an instant there was more, more than he could contain in his mouth, and the smelly, chunky bile sprayed all over his face and dripped onto their bodies. The combination of taste, feel, and smell drove him over the edge and he exploded with a series of powerful ejaculations inside her.

(to be continued)